The Dreamer

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He is a Dreamer
conceptualizing mysteries
with a single Word to make them real
dimensions, quantum physics, time
spinning galaxies
and colours
oh, the colours!
all infused with Love
for the endless pleasure of Beauty

He dreams
and calls forth an explosion of Life
lavish and abundant
interacting and evolving
relationships blended with Wonder

He revels in it all

The pinnacles of His creations
His betrothed ones
begin to dream dreams
but frightened
they crush them in tightening fists
stuff them into rigid compartments
selling out for the illusion of control

Unable to bear the Dreamer
outside of their self-constructed little boxes
they tear Him asunder
pin Him down
pierce His mind
and ravage His heart
in vain attempts to make Him fit

But the Dreamer is too far-reaching
to remain entombed
inevitably
He bursts free
a tsunami of Mercy rushing everywhere

Refusing retaliation
He models for His betrothed ones
the way out of their self-made cages
and invites them to dream with Him
into fields of communion
and dazzling possibilities

Some of them respond…

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Passage of the Storm

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the landscape never desires the storm
and yet this destructive force pounces, uninvited
its fury seemingly unable to be spent
uprooting ancient traditions of trees
hurling away gathered treasures
decimating budding flowers
all while voiding the world of colour and imagination

starkness

desolation

a period of mourning ensues

and yet encoded in the DNA of Life
is its inability to be entirely destroyed
along with an activation key
for transformation

this begins reflexively
in intermittent, gasping breaths
eventually in growing defiance of what has been ravaged
building momentum
until it looks around and sees
that the storm has smoothed away rough edges
sharpened what was yet untried
unearthed previously unknown gems
and enriched the soil with deposited nutrients

although always wistful of its pre-storm state
the land intuits that this is ever-living in the Memory of Time
and lays claim to what it was, what it is, and to what it can become

fortified with a deepening awareness
life surges for the thrill of its own glory and expansion
fashioning complexity upon complexity
the re-formed landscape valiantly acknowledging its place
in the continuously unfolding
Story of the Universe

Self-Acceptance

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not fighting against Nature
not fighting against my nature
instead
discovering it
learning to perceive it
catching glimpses of it
shining like jewels throughout my past
being different in the present because of this emerging understanding
and imagining an evolving future
where colour is layered upon colour
absent of boxes