In dreams I fly
above the treetops of a jungle, or sometimes
above a boulder strewn river that races
down a mountainside. In these dreams
it is my inner-strength that lifts me, that holds me
that with your morning coffee.
My wife will never catch the mouse that lives under our jasmine. She doesn’t know that I feed him the old birdseed when I refill the bowls for our birds, or that I warn him when she is coming. The jasmine is lovely and smells so nice. We all have to live here.
We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
Step out of the circle of time and into the circle of love.
I’d say go to hell, but I never want to see you again.