The Dream

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Picture: Journey To Outer Space by Tithi LuadThong

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Bare branches against white skies.

The rain sizzles on the umbrellas,

Like frying butter on a pan. Good old fellas,

The sycamores toast at the skies:

“Quench our thirst!”

 

Nothing else,

Nothing else exists but this one

Breath you’re taking.

Inhale, exhale.

Nothing but the music all around you,

The songs you choose,

The ones you don’t.

 

Paper clouds, doused with smoky

Tinges of grey, hang unapologetically.

Are they really heavy? Isn’t it hokey

To stick our labels automatically?

“Not so fast! Let them fall away…”

 

Let what’s known surprise you over

And over again. Each millisecond,

New dimensions unfold, so fecund,

Shifting in and out, and hover

In outer space!

Yes, this is the place!

This is the time,

You’ve never been so on-time.

Clouds of paper,

Cuttlefish-ink canopies,

Bird-flutes, blown by the wind.

Wake up,

This is a dream.

 

Herons

The Sun Is Out

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Picture: The Last Sun Beam by Leonid Afremov

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The sun is out,

Water in my mouth.

Everything moves and slides,

As do women in furs and hides.

Soundwaves approach,

Dangling and hissing;

Voices poach

The dead and missing.

Where am I?

Is it true or just experienced?

Who am I?

Is it this body or just the experience?

Container versus content.

I am the awareness, not the content

Of what we call life.

Look how we delude ourselves in strife,

Swept away by the cosmic game.

Let they call you insane,

If that means realization.

Cause You are Them, beyond separation.

The sun is out,

We’re just playing about.

 

Herons