“It is the hour of the pearl, the interval between day and night, when time stops and examines itself.”
~John Steinbeck, Cannery Row
The sun processes up the aisle
carrying the Gospel.
Birds speak of the other world
in their own Latin.
A child looks up at me
with those two big brown universes.
A voice stands up in me
that knows how to do this.
What is this, even in my sleep,
but you, touching your lips to mine?
There is a country to cross you will
find in the corner of your eye, in
the quick slip of your foot—air far
down, a snap that might have caught.
And maybe for you, for me, a high, passing
voice that finds its way by being
afraid. That country is there, for us,
carried as it is crossed. What you fear
will not go away: it will take you into
yourself and bless you and keep you.
That’s the world, and we all live there.
For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid by William Stafford
Real presence comes through the open heart. You cannot heal and resolve your emotional material with your mind. Your emotional material does not evaporate because you watch it. You can only heal your heart with your heart.
~ Jeff Brown
I close my eyes as dream-scape falls gently down around me
Dream chaser, tenderly take my hand
carry me away in your passionate embrace
as I let go, diving deeply into your liquid rainbows
Dream catcher, pull me into your web of light
spilling me softly out into this sparkling milky way
oh, sweet dreamer, dream sweetly
keep daring to dream the impossible dreams
do not be afraid of your broken heart
it’s golden light will light the way to new dimensions
there are no limits in this dreamers world
the same moon shines brightly, dream lover to us all
the sands of time run ever dreaming into the winds of change
oh, dearest Beppe, you are loved
there is no lock on the door – everyone is welcome here
so fly free in the star-filled sky
live like there’s no tomorrow
dance while the stars turn blue
love whether smiles or sorrow
dream like they’ll all come true