We exist in this space,
a vast expanse of that which is seen
yet strangely what most matters is that
which is never seen,
only imagined.
We come together through words,
song and music and the beauty of arts
bringing change through an idea,
another of the unseen yet still lingering there
somewhere on the space of the edge of reason,
we move forward driven
and not knowing why
we jump into the abyss of the unknown to find
that which we know we cannot touch
until we come before
like bubbling skies of clouds
somewhere within there may be
flashes of light and water waiting
for the right moment
as the winds come together in unison
a perfect moment is reached
and a storm is born to quench
parched souls and soil,
we dance below the indigo sight
becoming one with that which we are
nature and the undeniable self-created
a moment which is here then gone,
unlike any other that has been nor will be,
building blocks of the universe and dreams
collide with abandon
with spirit and everything that is.
“Dreams are the seeds of change. Nothing ever grows without a seed, and nothing ever changes without a dream.” Debby Boone
