"Dreams in God"

                                                                                  

“Dreams in God”

From Kurosawa dreams to bending the metal of self

Have you not always dreamt in gold?

The tender touch of that other place

The tent pole and stage and state of grace

Not exiting one or the other

Not failing, not ailing, not giving up the taste of ethereal amusements

To not betray yourself or movement

You made your dreams in God

Or at least you thought you did

For you have been sold an old wives tale of sin

Believing that everything bright was false

You picked an orchard of liquid and froth

Tasteless in form and shape

You clowned with the curvature of this silly race

Creating nothing but what you thought was: praise!

As if He was man and you could bargain

And plead

And manipulate

To be alive

To be near

To be free

Wake, wake up

This is your only new task

There is nothing irredeemable

We are wearing old sacks

The glory is in the dirt

The seed is another word for death

The bright lights of acclaim

Do not last beyond this phase

There is nothing to do but live out lives of loud desperation

To cry

To pray

To laugh

To sing off key

To be alive

Perfection is not immersion

Getting it right is a passing thing

Practice is everything and words are sacred

Do not think you are in some race

Fall and fall and fall for this is grace

And oh, I forgot

Pick the bad apple

Shake the tree

Rest with a pint in hand

Let the other hand hold your head in rest

Give the good apple to someone who needs it

You are far beyond disgrace

Far beyond anything that stings

Be last

That is first in upside down town

When they ask us

When they ask us why or what

Why all this commotion

Why is there substance underneath your froth?

What is this thing you speak of?

Why do you love so odd?

What is the point of letting go?

Whisper this:

We left our dreams

In GOD.