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A Wide-Eyed Dream


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I’m having a wide-eyed dream… As the weeping willow touches its breathing greenness across her Love, the earlier people dance upon her sacred altar. Barefoot and wearing feathers in worship, they’re held away from cruelty as only Mother, Grandmother and Great Grandmother’s arms can rally, and with open mouths they inhale and exhale her fresh air found breathing through them. They remain silent, save for her Love pursed upon their blissful lips as they pray and their arms invite her love in with an assured pace found only in the recognition of a kinship to all of existence. As they meditate, their minds open wide to kiss her waiting lips and greet her freedom with a breathing peace! They love before they wake. They continue to love ever after their eyes salute her open sky! They never cease to dream the dream in the dream of the dream of dreams.

And their children dance and play alongside them. They know that the child is more familiar with Love. They realize that the struggle of life may soon seep into the child and begin to mask their inherent Love, so they tell them to hold it, to cherish it as if it were a butterfly, to gently gaze upon it without fear or the regret of having loved, for it cannot be extinguished by the fiercest wind. It cannot be devoured by the most ferocious of beasts whose teeth seek to rend the flesh because they know not of Love’s eternal essence. Fear not, the spirits say, for fear is nothing more than the failure to recognize Love as the original and everlasting creation.

Let me join their dance! Let me raise my arms and move over Love's sacred ground, hands open and free, in fists only when beating the drums of peace! Let me stay my arms outstretched like a valley and summon everyone and everything to enter her affections! Let me go in like a wide-eyed child, innocent, humble, tender, and with a smiling mind that’s most ready to dance!

Oh! Pray I commune today, not tomorrow! If not today, then tomorrow! If not tomorrow, then soon! I am obliged to join hands! I am required to carry on the sacred journey whose feet began to step long before my kind’s word, long before its thought with its shadows brought my kind to quivering! I must love long before noise lifts its crow to the heavens and sends my child away... Smile upon her wide-eyed dream! Bring wet lips to her call! Let me carry innocence to her wedding with me that she might know of my intent to return her Love with gladness!

Yes! Now! Now love! Now! Let me never cease to dream the dream in the dream of the dream of dreams.

Now love! Not tomorrow, she’s been waiting too long for me!

Now love! Not tomorrow, she’s been holding out too long for my wide-eyed confession!

Now love! Not tomorrow, she’s been waiting too long for my eyes to move beyond the backdrop of self and into the landscape of eternity…



© 2011 by mark prime

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