We glide like stars through dreams that we erect
touching with desire universes that our visions expand.
We create as we go the world in which we breathe.
Our breath the wind of it, our hopes its stars, our depth, its seas
and even as the air leaves our mouths, the universe pours in.
Thoughtlessly we stroke visions from the inside out
twinkling in the dark like streams of galaxies.
Reality flows like water from our thoughts
and if we harbour fear and despair or if we dwell on love,
what else shall we find?
We are singers whose notes rise up on their own
to ride the air that loves them,
and blend to form the bright blue sky.
How could earth sing so sweetly our grand chorales
if love were not its voice?
Mountains of mind, oceans of soul,
and having boats to sail, we naively believe
that we sail the sea.
Like a tender hand, the sea of soul supports us
Like a lover, the holy breath embraces us
In the gentle arms of earth we are sustained,
we dreaming creatures whose very breath is love.
1987