What are Dreams?

There are the ones we speak of and those that remain a silent testament to mind. They are full of lessons and adventures; messages and desires. Many faces we know and love but never behold in the day--who are they? Those I love or ever have loved appear to me during sleep, where we are limitless and ageless. Mysteries are solved. I can know what has not yet been told and live to hear it spoken for the first time. How can this be? Does it put a slant on me? I never tell or seldom do, because of Salem and labels that are hard to shake. Maybe all voices are one and while we sleep the barriers come undone.

Brother

I wish to find some kindness in you where I am told there exists a wellspring. I have dug there and my hands come back scraped and dry. No trace of wetness. Unclean. You may wear a halo of white but your thoughts are not disguised behind your bespectacled eyes. How have I offended thee, 'brother'? For I shant call you father. Am I such a heathen that I do not deserve some of that brotherly love on which you stand above? How can I ask such questions? You have such power. I have none. Except that I may trespass through the window of your ivory tower and read between the lines upon your face. Am I truly the bigger disgrace?

Crossing the Line

Are you crossing the line when you yearn to shine? Advertising your soul. "These are my beliefs and I hold them dear," could the message get any louder or clearer? And what would the hermit sage say about one's godly display? At what point am I crossing the line? Ever so thin between devout and devoid. Ever so thin between express and exploit.

Nothing Says "Me" like You

Nothing says "Me" like You
Wouldn't You agree?
I smile Your smile
I breathe Your breath
I dream Your dream

Except that You fill me,
what am I?
Except that You surround me,
where am I?
Except that You love me,
who am I?

Free Will

Following a moment
Closer than breath
Joining the Space between spaces
Loyalty is the symphony of creation
An ever-present parent near at hand
Awaits consent
Timeless patience
Why do flowers bloom so passionately?
Do they have free will?
to reframe
the content
depending context
of humming bird
or honey bee?

Do you believe what is real?

Go to the wild places if you dare. Enter yourself. Go bare. Are you soluble? Do you care? Darkness and emptiness are myths we hold on to. Optical illusions. Emotional delusions. Inventions. Is that something you'd like to refute? Am I speaking in metaphors? Actually I am thinking quite absolute. Literally. Pour water into my glass and stop when you get half way. Ask me the old cliche. What do you think I will say?