And I dreamed…
I was spinning out into black space
where new born stars flare into joy
and fiery life.
There in deepest dark silence far beyond familiar things I was without orient while all around hissed the sum of all possibilities.
It was there after time had taken slow revenge on all that choses to limit itself
and the emptiness of lonely weariness had ceased to be separate from my own failings,
it came to me that I was inside myself and the stars were my thoughts
and time was my game
and space was my house
and history was my story
and the galaxies were the feelings I had left behind and the feelings I was going towards
and the moons were my unbending
and my failing to hide forever my joy
and the planets were my heart beats
and lovely to land upon
and the seas were my freedom
and the islands my hesitations in a flow of purpose and the fishes were my tounges
and the trees my grateful breath
and their greenness my cool restfulness
and the people were my friends
and also parts of myself
and I remembered the parts of my sleeping body, stretched, and awoke with a smile……
Such is the truth only not everyone knows it.