Sunday, September 20, 2009

Some of us live in a world of dreams
Seldom fully stepping forth into others reality
Left to our own delusions or devices
Depending on our current point of view

Its not that we don't appreciate the company of others
But, rather we are like bottles of wine
That must breathe
We need to study
To step back and analyze
To play

Sometimes it keeps us from being in the moment
But when we do step forth freely, without inhibition
The moment is truly ours
There is no stopping us then
No emotion so strong that it cannot be greeted
No wave so delicious that you dare not ride

That is the very stuff of dreams
Of heroes and heroines
Of lovers and dancers
Of artists and poets
Of teachers and friends
Of a mind and a heart
That can never be enslaved


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