My Parade Dream
yellow, orange, red, green, blue,
an overwhelming sense of movement,
Freed from limits while marching,
Dancing with colors and flashing light.
Parade of beauty going by
Releasing blocks– waves,
walking, steady pace,
Celebrating every true expression.
Purple joys, pumping blood,
the aspects of dreams we want unbound,
profusions bright and intense,
ideas born in the communal high.
Celebrate the colors,
purple, brown, gold, white,
the accepting space, vast and open,
being the moment, arousing to do–
The moment to celebrate the process,
the arc, the spiral, this dream of elated madness.
The carnival belies the control that got us here,
For now we fly high on free admiration.
Inspiration comes fragmented,
thinking I am just one in the crowd,
but a voice says I am a gripping world apart,
the ocean, a piece, a glimpse
of the thread, finding my dream—
the story, the sky, the sleep, the truth.
This calling seemed an instant,
a flash that lasts forever,
the dream carried on long after waking.<>br>Dappling of the wind colors
Dance the ebb and flow,
Sets me free to be the vision.
While waking slowly from this deep,
a spell of inaction,
feel suddenly of time lost, wasted gold,
but truth the gestation was needed,
another color to ponder.
It was a dream of a parade,
a show of color,
a stream of energy.
We strutted, eyes fixated,
each drawn to a unique light,
a different take on the same reborn truth,
a million ways to be the true color,
the beauty of being human.
I want to remember the details,
not just the elation,
to keep going, wanting to see it all again,
to see how everyone lived,
how it all worked on,
the seams, the fuzzy forgotten beginning…
But slowly the dull ache returns,
the dream recedes.
I feel my doubt returning,
the limits of past attempts,
yet I feel now the vastness
and that movement goes on.
I saw what I could do,
I felt my own colors in the current.