We’re born with an aftertaste of Oneness
and a thirst for weeds and earth, as the angel
deep within us needs our hands, to make a
dance of all this hurt. It has us reach beyond
our limits, till we love like a planet though
we’re constantly confused. We carry lightning
in a thimble of skin and bones and dreams.
We carry everything that matters in a plan
that doesn’t last, while the stars pulse
to fill us, the way a candle fills a room.
remember a life of dreams like that of ice cream sundaes on a long afternoon of playing in sunshine and salty air and then curling up with a good book in the soft glow of sunset and having beloveds all around……
inquiry for today~ any sweet dreams come to mind that make you feel you are an integral part of this spinning ball of fire and wave?
What is an individual? Just a bit of life shot off from the one Life in the universe — just a bit of love and truth dropped on this globe, just as the globe itself was once a bit of light and heat dropped from the sun.
~C. W. Barron