“Will you try to change things, use the power that you have, the power of a million new ideas?”~Robert Lamm
You’re pounding pans and pots a kitchen din
intrusion in the middle of song now
old lyrics wrong. Each illusion I spin
hurl fireballs into the sky. Ka-Pow!
Stepping outside of time, mornings in rhyme,
watching the systems rocket out of place.
I balance on the precipice, sublime
penniless with nothing to defend. Space
a garden where I plant brilliant new stars.
The old ones crumpling beneath my feet
crackling carpet, autumn leaves. Earthstar,
I call my sacred vessel home, I’m free
moving in and out of illusion past
the crowd who’ve come to run me off the cliff.
And now aglow the sun beckons, so vast
illuminating my own hieroglyph.
With care I pull the weeds, examine each:
strong medicine I’m learning to respect,
stir into my potion, deep knowing reach.
Heartsure and here I am, my love, connect.