Hear the sound see the word, write the word.
Hear the spirit, see the spirit, become the spirit.

Not sure why I've let you go
the vision of my universal universe of service
In letting the flow of what makes no sense
Fill me up, and burst forth in new dreams
This physical reality is the fruition of other dreams, of other dreamers
Locked in the opiate fogs of fear and denial
That dream is true no matter who does the dreaming, for we all sleep
And my voice is only good for me, my dream can only start with me.

There is no world that we cannot create...
and if we can dream together who is to say what world we will will into the waking dream?
But it is not just the dream that brings that world to fruition and shifting condition
The dream is the intent, the beginning of the birth
There is the action of active dreams, of active dreaming
When my eyes open, the birth of my universe is complete and is only waiting to be born
Through my life and hands I bring forth my reality, my truth.

To be caught in the joy of the dream is in and of itself a dream of death
Processing the process we loose ourselves turning inward, constantly putting off the birth of our world
Contemplation is but one stage of the birth of self, one
...point on the wheel which must turn to be renewed
Placing oneself above the pivot in understanding and awareness
is the ultimate in sit and spin.

Let us dream a new birth of the self
and remove the axle from our seats.