διάλογος

(Dialogos)

To be faithful to a mystery.

To continually fall in love with the reality of the life I’ve been given.

We are all on a massive swing of history back towards some immeasurable middle path that has existed since the beginning of everything. Along the way, bitter tears, bloody knees, and hard fought wins of values, principles, and longer roads.

To fight against feelings of “being a cog in the machine”, to fight and beat fists against chests, simply to hear the crystalline sounds of another person’s soul-voice.

To bridge.

To practice

To participate

To breathe

To pair

And separate

To pair again

Where do we go from here.

The time is now said little boy blue, 

standing on the green green grass

with his azure lute in hand, 

the sheep did not listen, 

nor did the captain too, 

so he stood there little boy blue, 

blue as could be, 

the world silent at his feet,

the time has past said little boy blue, 

now an old boy of many decades,

showing on his skin, so wrinkled, so blue,

no more corduroy pants,

trade in for mortgages and financial plans,

the sheep did not listen, 

but watched as he laid down, 

one last dream said little boy blue,

one last dream to begin again.