God knows we need to sleep.
We’re rivers and birds, and trees.
God knows we need to dream.
Remember, we’re the breeze.
I walk with you alone
An empty street at night.
Where magic things are born.
Where dark creates the light.
This thing I hold the most
The dearest dream I have.
I’ve learned to let it go.
To grow from Earth like grass.
You’re somewhere here I sense,
Awake with no defense.
I am awake now to each wall.
That is the wall, this need to speak.
There’s Buddha’s tall and Buddha’s small
And secret castles across this creek.
I want to walk on ancient clouds
And fall with Isis from the sky.
Plop, splashing down the Nile,
These hands that swim know how to fly.
From Memphis to Syr’ya we’ll go
As Roman armies swarm the cross,
Which world we land Nut only knows
We’re trees, and sparrows, hiding gods.
The garden’s wall so silent I pray.
That doves will fly and pierce this gate.
I bring you roses to your door.
I make this offering in Spring.
I now know who this dove is for,
That rises through the Sun’s gold ring.
There’s something deeper going on.
I feel the pieces come apart.
The mountain eagle soars at dawn.
And cries each piece of broken heart.
I hold your scars around my breast.
I sing you songs of ocean rain.
I look up to the mountain’s crest
And feel you come alive again.
Each breath we hold each other tight.
The dove will feed our soul tonight.
I let the moonbeams be my guide.
I look into the night for you.
I must go down to see your eyes
But somehow keep on passing through.
The earth I roll around my lips.
There seems to be some kind of fire.
It’s coming from your dancing hips.
Sweet music frees the ancient lyre.
The oak trees’ branches grow in threes.
But somehow only one path is made.
Come here, my sweet, my flor-de-lis
And guide me down their magic lake.
I rise when splendor greets the Sun.
My Vita Nova has begun.
I’m here with you up in the Sun.
We’ve come together, shadow soul.
Today the mountain’s song’s begun.
Those guarding clouds have let us go.
We’re born from rays that blossom light,
when he appeared and took her hand..
The jewel of our mind shines bright.
The space ahead is diamond land.
Where once we walked the pollen path,
we fly upon a golden horse.
The only wisdom we had to ask
was through her eyes the sacred course.
A sacred marriage flamed down there.
We found our father from her stare.
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I won’t say the things that I have to say,
the feelings furrow all alone in the autumn mist,
until you finally get up and walk away,
and the chills that have eyes blow us their last, snowy, purpley kiss.
I cascade over the heights of your frozen, mountaintop world.
I skate upon your silky sweet, ice cream smile.
Deep in the forest, they write, sleeps the world’s most beautiful girl.
She awakens when you, inside yourself, find her missing child.
This is the light where the world can’t come in.
When we look into each other’s eyes what do we really see?
Together, the holly from Gethsemene flows into the Jordan’s bend,
feeding flowers opening brightly, resonating the mountain’s inner dream.
I am the god of the sea,
the fire in the rain spattering and splashing love.
When I swim to the surface, you are released.
When I dive to the bottom, you fly to heaven like a dove.
We are caught between two worlds.
I’ve seen your sails blow close to my shore.
One here, the other holding my baby girl.
Those eyes that shine, open at last, the secret, magical door.
Something primordial says that “she is my wife.”
But the harder I chase, the faster she runs away.
We’re out here on the playing fields, the field of our life.
And it’s only when I stop does she, a metaphor for something deeper, turn around and stay.
When I first saw her, it felt like I envisioned a ring
that could bring back all of the things I’d ever loved.
She’s the white buffalo maiden who sings atop Harney Peak,
the princess in the snow marrying the sacred below with all that’s above.