Dream
I dream of wombs of creation
Visions of flowers blossoming in infinity
Effervescent showers soothing skin time after time
What is this rose garden I tread in ?
This stream of solace ?
What is this womb within I began , and shall begin again ?
Where did I come from , had I not had aliveness first ?
Did we not come from the ocean ? Did we not ripple from the stars?
Did we not once wander field endlessly, never tired of our search for the answer in the stars ?
Were we not always bound to return to dust?
Stardust renewed and recycled
bound to burn & fly & ripple in the water
We are our answers We are our ancestors
We are the keepers of the knowledge of the Heart
June 2022
