the source

In touch with the source of things
I know who wrote the laws of physics
we rewrite them together every day
To walk on water is no great thing
I eat rainbows for breakfast

If I awake tomorrow
to three suns
and penguins climbing purple trees outside
If I sit by a life-sized grasshopper with antlers
and bathe in liquid uranium
before retiring between the 4th and 5th dimensions
It would be a day like every other

fire

burning through revealed

fire is three
but fire is
more funda mental

than three and
love is the
root of fire

heart burning brightest
the deep red
fire burns through:

ROUTINE

I burn through your reality and mine
tow long will you burn?
and how bright?
I melt you down to your essence
burning through “I can’t” to reveal “I won’t”
the shell crispens and falls off exposing your FEAR
to the intense HEAT
where your ACTION can allow it to rest in peace

what ARE you afraid of my deAR?

give it to the fire

(fire teaches us that sometimes we’re being a little too careful)

the fire watches you with
wild smiling eyes
as it dances onward upward
as it burns down
asking you “why?”
“just what makes you so sure?”
“porquoi?”
it giggles, chuckles at my sincerity

“Oh flame!” you-I cry
“How many perpetually perfect pieces of wood will you burn through with indifference?”
flashy grin “as many as you feed me”

heart pumping
blood boiling
burning bile

clean and free
empty as a wisp of smoke

hot lovin

I step out the back door, strip off my shirt
sometimes I strip more if noone’s around
my lover caresses my naked skin
a gentle warm touch but never a sound

a few billion others she touched today
traveling the world from east to the west
yet I have a secret, others can’t say:
of all her lovers she loves me the best

Menu

If you want me to go away as fast as possible:

Tell me how difficult life is for everyone,
How disappointed you are with yours,
How impossible it is to get what you want.
And when I protest, tell me to get real.

If you want me to stay and half-listen
with eyes glazed over
as I daydream about breakfast:

Tell me about how wonderful life is
For somebody else;
And without so many words
Imply that your life is ordinary,
And that only shooting stars break the mold,
And that’s just how things have to be.

If you want me to brighten
and lean in with rapt attention
so as not to miss a word:

Tell me about your biggest dreams
And how you’re going to achieve them
And about the future of wonder and joy that awaits you.

If you want me to bubble over with excitement
and keep coming back for more:

Engage me in a conversation
Where we share our biggest dreams
And discuss how we’re going to work together.

If you want my admiration
without limit
now and forever forward:

Take action with me
Side by side
Creating the world of our dreams.