Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Monday, July 20, 2009

The tree

There are no beginnings or ends
just a continuous stream
a force of love and light that make up life
And it shines on new faces
lights up new places
and glows and burns and makes us one

Rhythmic drum beat moves. Slowly dance around the fire. Mellow, haunting strings cut me free. The spiraling smoke drifted upward with a fury that lifted me. Soaring, I jetted past stars. Reaching out, I took and held one in my hand. The mesmerizing glow swallowed me and we coasted lighter than light, laughing as one.

(More later)
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