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DREAMS ARE MADE OF LIGHT
This world scares me.
Had I lived a hundred years ago
I wouldn’t have heard or seen
Every terrible thing we do to one another
every day, everywhere
in the world.
Many more good loving things happen every day
In our daily mundane meanderings
but still we don’t feel safe.
It’s like having a scary story told to you
each night just before you go to bed.
You can’t sleep and when you do,
it’s fitfully.
Remember when you were young and light
and laid on your back under that
huge broad leafed tree smelling grass and greenness while
watching the sunlight flicker and spark amongst dancing leaves,
with the great blue cloud white sky above it.
What a dreaming machine!
Still…here and now
and looking back.
It wasn’t all that bad.
There was a ton of fun when you add all those magic moments together.
Maybe it is the time to sit still and remember the ancient events
of your life and breathe in deeply that life force that imbues them
with such vivid and pleasant recollection.
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