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