I am walking on currents of light.
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How could I want for anything
when the universe lifts my every footstep
fills my every inhale
carries my thoughts into an infinity
of wordless wonder?
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They told me this was “naive.”
They told me “dreamers don't survive this world.”
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But I say:
It was when I stopped dreaming
I became heavy as a boulder.
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When I believed them
my thoughts crippled my very limbs.
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It was when my heart was revived
like a fish rocked in water
after flailing on the shore
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That I knew without an ounce of doubt:
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Dreaming is my home
like water for gills.
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It is the Great Force of the Mystery
to whom every cell of me belongs
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And my job is to love
without condition
the Pattern
that pierces
every
other
pattern
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The one breathing this breath
the one writing this poem
and the one reading it.
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This very suspended moment
as awake
as the moon in the night
and as real
as the heart pumping
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however fast
however worried
however unfinished
with its karmic lessons
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Do you feel it?
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Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
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​Light.

Swing my tongue
in starry jelly
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Roll me up
in ashy shimmer
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Speak my bones
in quantum buzzes
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Smell my heart:
it's blooming.

Little seed
inside of me:
you seem so small.
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Yet I know that when
I devote myself fully
to your journey of awakening,
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I'll receive the whole world.