SCREAM!
Let rain weary woes out and on,
Over and over again with words,
Paintbrushes and songs or snapshots.
Insights, Revelations, traces of constellations;
Feeling that which is infinite.
Forever separate from bills,
Laundry, groceries, dishes and co-workers.
Transcendent existence of space and time,
While we throw ***** at pins in alleys
And make love In bedrooms,
On tables, and floors and
Pick flowers in Spring-time.
This Intuitive, all-knowing being let in on the secret.
Are we distant cousins, faceless, nameless, often mistaken as a
Stranger?
Bedecked In glacial relating;
With a laughter like wind chimes!
You know we're made of
Mother Earth's organic substance and
Father sky's astral star-drops.
Same flow the rivers of the world go forth,
Into the same veins, with similar
Dreams (unified voices)
Interlaced like beads on string.
To define us, the source itself,
Is a mystery that
No philosopher could decipher,
No conqueror could find and,
No scientist could discover.