Don't tell me you can't hear
Prelude in Mi Minor
when pondering the origami
of all things clicking into each other
in this container of life
 

 

 

Making thunder for breakfast
is only natural
after having lightning at night
Man! such a hot dream it was
 

 

 We both had bad dreams
and woke early
to cozy places and smiley tea

 


 

 

I've been collecting stories
from you
One sentence stories
of possibilities
spark feelings
things I would never
Making morsels with them
building a sweet world
that I'm waking into
Expanding, once again
 

 
 

 

Egoless anger as compassion, -
that's what I felt
while diving into emotions
actions with no permission
in hope-power for change