The Dream

The Dream

owns

in its bones

all worlds that must or ever will be.

We rush to set them free

and seek our selves on that journey,

clear

what is dear—

yet so afraid of the opening door.

Unaware that before

we throw wide this door or this dream,

one

must be done

with searching outside the self and learn

all that, for which we yearn

draws us to plunge, to trust, enter

seek,

again seek

within the damp, deep inside our soul.

Our world unfurl, one whole.

With flash and flesh and ache, wake us!



(Words are mine.)