In my dream
I am the Buddha
encircled by flowers
as I cast forth blessings
to legions of followers
all united in one peace
a global communication
twined with love toward all else
in acceptance of the triune fold
of the universe
in which all time
space
and creation
envelope one another
in a divine ménage a trios
of hilarity at our foibles
compassion for our weaknesses
and blessings at each turn
on the road of our journey
through this earthbound life
in preparation of ascension
back to the hands of the potter
that caressed our clay
kissed the breathe
into us and sent us
upon roads
uniquely each our own.
Intersecting with all others
in a dance of grace
misunderstood by most
but embraced by all
with perceptions diverse
and souls at core
pure as the moment before birth
and the instant after death
requesting entrance into the hereafter
We live in a land
of baptisms and trials
by fire.
We ride empty handed
into oblivion.
Into the unknown.
Hauling our carcass
attempting to breathe
while walking across eggshells
of misunderstood religions
and sacrifice
what we do not have
in an attempt
to better this place
for our children
and the unseen ones
in whom we place our faith.
In debt to ourselves
to live up to
the potential of our lives
and a promise of the God
we would become
as we swore to our parents.
Shedding our blood
on useless creations
born of exhausted imaginations
housed in beaten down bodies
decayed, abused and neglected
by our own hands.
We find life
in shreds and torn
beyond recognition.
Flying in dreams
but limping through the day
yearning for sleep and death
yet casting no light upon the life
that expands before us
like a sail upon the ocean
made of sun and sky.
We can
like Metatron, Ghandi,
Joan of Arc and Albert Einstein
briefly imagine
and grasp the significance
this place and time holds for us.
These weak human beings
who transcended themselves.
The sum of their parts
became greater than
limitations of minds.
Let us fly beyond
our imaginations
and hurl forth
from our dreams
reaching skies
beyond the creation
of oils, brush and canvas
but one of air
joy
and circumference
astounding the demigods
reeling at all costs
beyond this earth
and any conception of it.
This is my dream
and in it I
and you
and we all
are the Buddha.
Rise
I say rise
to who you are.
Rise all rise
to remember
where we came from
Rise children rise
to the day eternal
Awake to the day
legions of those
like us
who know no bounds
rule the earth.
Who trail not in the wind
but rise above the demolition,
who rise above the decay
of forgotten lives
to bring home the God
that we, you and I are
and together
we die no more.
As always, thank you for reading, all my love,
Max
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