Imagine Self
       excited in the dream
            abeam , aglow
   Companions in this space
        igniting with their own
              reflected fire
     All expanding creation

insects sing alive the night
    jubilation terran om
      *of future past there is no note...
          a present cadence rolling on
        *come seasons silence my refrain
                to sing no song of then
                  jubilation terran om

seeking fulfillment
         in dreams travel far
    yet bless being present
                complete where we are

You are beloved, mate of my brother
staying with him as no one else could
your love surviving the end we saw coming
surviving yourself, remembering the good

I pull away now as you're with another
promising safety that you've never known
the bond that we share a painful reminder
death holds immortal what he'll never own

How do we honor the journey we've traveled
though seemingly over it streams underground
I can't see the path that allows safe communion
I pray from afar that it's joy that you've found

sharing heart presence
speaking through dreamspace
voices uplifting exploring we glide
trusting connection beyond salutation
template reforming our flow is our guide
time only essence no pendulum weighted
pathways emerge as we spark from inside
receiving dreams as we birth in communion
manifest bounty with joyful shared pride

filled with self...    
                          Expanding beyond

overflowing self...
                                        Manifestation

losing self...
                                              **I am all I see

Humans being one hundred strong
Raised the energy, an affirming throng
That night we agreed to bend the laws
next day we'd return to effect from cause
Yet I forget this lesson learned
On burning coals, no one was burned.
Despondency is truly tragic
We live and breathe and walk in magic.

No slur, hear the pride
I was Mother Warrior
fighting for my charge, my child.
If I had not so much to learn,
the path would have been other
than playground of victory and loss.
Adult now, evolving still
aging scars and complex psyche
stories of bright riches savored
but do those boots still have a use ?