Reality is so strange
is it but a dream
or
is the dream reality

even more strange is that
the answer to both questions
is very likely "yes"

so let us dream the reality
that we desire
let forces unknown
conspire to make them come true

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing, fresh from the world

Sweet's the rain's new fall, sunlight from heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Spung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

Ysuf Islam

Rev. Wright is right
he speaks the Truth
as Spirit moves him
but for political correctness
expediency
his favorite son, denies him

the issue is not Wright
or wrong
but can the vision on high
survive the transition to the valley
below

uttering primal incantations
hypnotic, repetitive chants
rhythmic reverberations

walk the world
perhaps not in some far-away
exotic location
but walk the world
in your own neighborhood

in walking there is a perception
that arises
akin to roaming wild and free
walk the world
and know your spirit

...a clan where children

are people in their own right
perhaps, even more so

due to their closer proximity

to Original Innocence

ego keeps getting in the way
i step on it stumble over it
run up against it
until i remember:
Abide in the Creator

so blind, i have to be
periodically reminded

I found myself in a moment in time
no really, i mean i found myself

not until you are overcome
by a moment so consuming
that it totally possesses you
can you possess yourself

not until all your "self" concepts
are completely overcome
undone
can you for the first time
know and own yourself

i heard a voice calling
as from deep within a well
yea, it startled me
called me by name

the voice is the message
that there lives within
a spiritual entity
is message enough for me

something to do with synchronicity...

in my heart, desiring oneness with Nature
and the setting sun, perfectly poised
over a rooftop, between two tree branches
so framed but for a few brief moments

then, being in position to perceive
such a heavenly alignment
a coming together of heart's desire
in time and space
my own personal Stonehenge
even if for a brief moment, only

A blessing bestowed by Spirit
by Divine Providence
.