We are all dreamers

Living in a dream world

Waking up in the dream

Love has no moving pieces
No-thing to break
No-thing to heal
No-thing to move
grieve, give or receive

Love is everywhere
It is oneness
It is this oneness
This presence
This life

Pain and struggle begin and end with a story
The story of “I”
The story that there is choice
The story that there is something that can be done to love
The story that love is a something that can be sent or received
The story of no-thing appearing as something
In this dream
The dream of separation
In the illusion of the “I” story
Appearing in the play
Appearing in this movie
Of consciousness
In oneness

Divided by the notion of a mirror
The mirror of confusion
The mirror of not love
The mirror of love
The mirror is a story
The story that says there is something “I” can be
Is there anything for no-thing to “be” in oneness?
The story that there is something “I” can do
Is there anything for no-thing to “do” in oneness?
The mirror story is the story of separation
The mirror is a reminder that there is no-thing separate from oneness
In the play
In this dream
In oneness

Is love a stamped letter with a return address?
Is love a carrier pigeon bringing a message home?
Is love a bottle tossed in the ocean with a secret message?
Is love the “other” separate from “I”?
“Who am I?”
The “I” that appears to be able to perceive no-thing as something?
In the play
In this dream
In oneness

We tell stories to imagine a journey that cannot be traveled
Tell me where is the road to love?
Is it on the frozen tundra of winter war?
Is it a wounded body crushed under a muddy wagon wheel?
Is it a fragrant flower inviting silent joy?
Is it lovers intertwined in the thousandth intoxicating kiss?

Who is this “I” who can say where love “is”?
Who is this “I” who defines what love “is” or “isn’t”
This no-thing called love appearing as something
In the play
In this dream
In oneness

Everything we do
We do
So we don’t have to do it
That is all

Thank you for sharing the dream
That love can be sent
That love can be received
That love is someone other than “I”
That there is an “I”
That love can come back
To where it already is
In the play
In this dream
In oneness

Thank you for the reminder
That Love is already home

One flower in the desert
Is the desert

One drop of water in the ocean
Is the ocean

The desert is connected to the ocean
The ocean is connected to the desert

Earth is whole

Waking up in this dream
Waking out of separation
Waking up to oneness
Waking up in love

There is a dark corner where illusion ends
And the web of sticky withholding begins

It starts with a story and ends with a knife in the back or stomach
Either way your handy friend, becomes a hunter from a victim

Foolish cowardice disguised as loyalty
Honor and vengeance are brothers
Doomed to die on the battlefield of regret

The road is long
Worn boots give way to bloody feet
Siberia waits with open arms
Allowing all to enter but none to leave
Kolyma will eat your flesh and bury your bones
In the bog of labor camp 682
The excitement to tell will eat the gut
A worm in the belly that will not leave

This secret is too much to bear
The poison of which robs me of my very breath
Of this precious life I carry

Where can I hide this woeful lament this obligation of doom?
Perhaps it is a dream and it will fly away to the moonlit silent night
Leaving my heart to thaw by this spring morning dew

“Clean and refreshing.”

Wasn’t that what I called you?

Not sure why I did.

Perhaps it was the light in your eyes

When we first met

Once I pried the groovy sunglasses off

To see them smile

“You seem so familiar to me.”

Wasn’t that what you said?

You are a bird

Just like the silver one around your neck

Fluttering by

I can feel the wind from your wings

I can’t catch you

I can only get a glimpse

In the distance

You are either with the other birds

Or singing a sweet tune

Always from afar

Call back to me!

Let me know you’re here

Hanging from shimmering threads

You dance in the darkness

Suspended from above

At home without gravity

Weightless wonder

Glimmering and shifting upwards

You twist and turn into the unseen and unknown

Falling and flying

Fluttering and spinning

Heaven sent you as an inspiration

Angelic acrobatic beauty

There is a mixture of longing, love and despair

When I hear your sweet bird song

The one that makes so much sense

I pause and listen to my inner voice

The one that just knows

Who cannot afford this fantasy for even one more moment

I had plenty of things to say

But it never seems to come out of my mouth, attached to a noise

There hasn’t seemed an opportunity to tell the truth

At any time

And that time that hasn’t been

Seems to be dwindling down

Even further

Precious are the moments between heart beats

Let us stop and breathe in the sweetness of life

Filling our nostrils and feeding hungry lungs

Dancing in rhythmic eternity

I decided to write to you

Because I gave up trying

I’m fed up with lying

To me and to you

I think you know this already

We are in a stuck place right now

Will it ever change?

Watching the aerial dance

With my feet on the ground

I don’t like heights and I can’t fly

But I can catch you if you fall!

You are of the sky

I know this

Flying forever free

On nothing but air

Dancing on a ribbon of clouds

I wake up

Out of my dream

It is over

I am relieved

There is nothing to do

Except go back to sleep

Until I wake once more

I’m waking up from a bad dream

Only to feel as if

I’m waking up to an even bigger nightmare