We Are The Dreamers.

We are the dreamers
You and I
We are the dreamers
Inside these shells we call humans
We are here, just being
Sparkling and believing
Whispering and imagining
What is beyond physically seeing
While our human nature
Parades all these things
- Always they are seeking
To capture, even a snapshot
Of the rapture
Of what it is, we are dreaming
In their physical forms
To have and to hold
Some of our human counterparts
Will grow old
Manifesting what we've whispered to them
Their whole lives
But at least they have tried
To create, to challenge
To bring into form, the inner beauty
Of this dreamworld from which they were born
Before they die
Before returning home to you and I
For we are the dreamers
And only through you
Do we wake up...

Throwing Caution. Being Wind.

I have played the caution
And life, she has always been the wind...
Winding and breathing
Her force through me
And yet I,
Many times have resisted this natural flow
Trying to control...
Until now.
Now, I perch as the owl
In the hollows of the footsteps I have taken
These markings in the ground of a new found wisdom
Now, my new spectacles
For curious observation
Before knee jerk reaction
Yes!
Conscious
I am
Now,
Calm
I am
Now,
And beyond my own storm
I can
See
That old story, thundering on the horizon
See
What was
Has no bearing on what will be...
As long as I 'let it be'
And that storm, it will continue to crack
And rage around me
Such is the nature of situation
Such is the nature of circumstance
But, beyond their theatrical dancing
Beyond their drama
These days I'm aware of a door
Somewhere...
And a window
To a house that guards a steady, flickering glow
From a fire I've been stoking my whole life
Building a flame
That owns not my name
But my body to animate
To orchestrate
It's heat
Winding and breathing
It's way through me
With every heartbeat
This natural flow
It grows and grows
Now, far stronger than my caution
For life, she is the wind I must follow
And all this tired caution I must throw
To her wind
To the fire
Let it scatter
To her flame
That owns not my name
But now, engulfs my body with it's passion to live
Never to be the same...

Wanderlust.

Empty
I make space for listening
Alone
I am aware of this space
And whether I've grown
Enough
Love for myself?
It hurts!
To ignore the fire
My face is cold from looking away
Exposed
To the elements of my true nature
Now
I can't hide
Decide
I must...
Be truth
Follow the wanderlust...

Shedding Skins.

Shedding skins
Shedding tiresome weight
In exchange for wings
For lifting
Up
To where the air is fresh
And unknown
Beyond the stagnant pond
Of habit
I see it's reflection now
And it's not me
Just an illusion I once created
Hid away
Because I was scared of being free
But no more...
I wake from the dream of fear
That is,
Fear of dreaming
How absurd
To clip the wings of this bird!
There are no sins
Just lessons learned
For growing wings
To see things
From higher up
See them fall
As I rise up
From shedding skins.

That Was Then, This Is...

Patterns of who I was
Are changing
Old belief systems
Are crumbling
And here's me
Disorientated and stumbling...
See you on the other side
Of this new moon.