03/22/09

Then a trinity I have
of Brothers
of companions
I may trust
in lucid faith.

A brother of blood
a brother of drift
and another for the mind.

Universe, you have seen
me green
and I see now
that you are lending me
my wish.

That years ago I beknown
this world beautiful
in the exchange
that she would give me kin.

This was it:
my worship
for family.

And, Universe!
I take back nothing.

I want in my direct surroundings
people I have found
worthy of blood.

Let us build a home
of separate bedroom
but shared living.
We will have spacious rooms
of wood and art
and everyone gathered in song.
We will green our own land
and survive in subtle perfection
just outside the concrete world.

Here there is Nature
here there is always warmth.

We sing every night.

There are meals we make
with pleasure.
There is always enough for everyone
and their guests.

There is art everywhere.

This is my home.

Outskirted from the city I've known well
to have experienced
to have known
so that I can move passed.

Brother of mind, you must know
that I will always be moving.

Brother of drift, let us go.

I will travel to the feet
of every Mountain
between the city and my home.
I must, for I have dreamed of it.

I go without blanket
but return for its comfort.
In the clearwaters of sleep
I have dreamed my most
provoking dreams
in the wake of day.

There are children of the coast
born inland.

There are recurrent souls
from past life to present
that meet each other
and cannot understand
the innate fix.

Think of where you ought to be.

At a celebration,
with friends?

I have spoken intimately with the Universe
And I have said to myself:
this has been the perfect exchange.

Let your hands fold out.
I consider it strange that the lines
on our palms
are entirely unique.

But where else am I?
Back at the celebration,
with the origin of the universe
at the back of my mind.

I'm sorry that you think of someone
and that someone thinks instead
of Outer Space
and the Open Road
and art.

Go on, explore.

Somehow
I find family.

In this life the thicket of those
who love me dearest
have come outside of blood.

In the danger of a stranger
I have claimed my past.

Go to a group you know well
with others by circle:
this is the thing of us.

This is a party of our generation.
Is it not
glorious?

At whatever year you ask me of
I will say:
the parties were fantastic.

This is the behavior of kin.
This is the nonsense
at the depth
of movement.

GROW UP,
REALIZE.

If I am an old soul I must be kind
If you have reason you must have seen
something
and now
we can certainly imagine the brights.

In the clearwaters of space
I have left my home of peace
to come here
and seek out
a new home
of peace.

I ask the universe if any of this
was ever worth it
and I hear myself say,