A prayer to focus on what is real while dreaming routes to otherlands.
O'so far from here
I skip ahead
scouting deserts in dusty dreams
I pray for endurance of spirit
and fuel for my fire to wander
May the body travel for good purpose bringing loving light
carrying the flame from one knotted knoll to deserts blazing with snow
May I not forget Now
even when roaming North on a compass magnetized by the carefree polar caps of a life thoroughly undefined
May joys and ambitions check sorrow and laziness
May the feet remember "right goes thus"
May the chest take that long breath that turns blindness into awareness with peace and respect
May nothing come of this save the glorious throbbing moments of life
and the knitting together of a constellation of souls threaded by some wrangling route over the clod
As another ant sets out to traverse this teeming ball,
may his eyes see without greed
and without fear of Winter
May the glories and defeats pass as ghostly as mountain winds through bleached bones
and may the many faces living in this burning shed dance to foreign tangos as the sea of fire flows ever'on
