An Experiment
Who is running?
Who is being pulled?
Who has it figured out, sometimes?
Who has to start over?
Who has stuck tears
and why aren’t they flowing
like a sad river of pain
into so many dry tissues?
Perhaps…. as an experiment
Let go of the internal place where the me
asks who, to an I
Just for a moment
allow a new found ease
to let go of the character
who can ask why
letting imagination and thoughts
come and go
crisp white sheets on the laundry line
in a spring breeze
don’t ask who they are
So why not give it a try
and see
that deep in this mystery
there is imagination happening
it adds something extra to everything
to the you who asks who
to the me who asks why
relaxing into being
It’s all just
charades
magic
people
illusion
In the dream..
and yet all is as it is
happening in the most grand way
playing out as theatre
as it has for centuries
this imaginary trans-generational masquerade ball
