On the horizon I see the clouds above the breaking daysky
and dark arcs of rain pouring down soaking soil.
These great open spaces invite my spirit to be free to fly
and join the source of all thunder
and this gray dawn.

In these times
where time vanishes
I sink into Earth like the rains
where there are no horizons
or division of land from sky.

I am grateful for being an earthling
despite the desperate tiredness
in my leg and calf muscles
and the aching in my joints and back
at day’s end.

The gift of sleep
sneaked into me
in the darkness and peace of night
and there in my dreams
I became a being of imagining
a me in fear and sadness
on the brink of courage
and in my drift
across the slumbering sea
I find beings familiar and different at the same time
men fulfilling possibilities
beyond their imagining,
men becoming.

So here I am drifting
into consciousness
on the melody of an Indian flute
and field lark songs
into another day
where this old me
again becomes
an earthling.

In the kingdom of blue and grey
sadness tints
the emotionless hearts of men
just willing to go to sleep.

Days are to be hated,
looking in anger at the black daysky
from the insides of our caverns,
away from the hurting rain
which wears out feelings.

And we'll gather around the fireplace,
sinking our hearts in liquid darkness
that lights them up
while peeking into other worlds.

But the dreary atmosphere
still be poisoning our souls,
the ghostly shades of them,
leftovers of our true selves,

Then, go to bed and sleep!
Give up! And in your fortress
of sweet soft blankets,
dream of a new dawn
in a new kingdom.