Dream Good Things

the me that looks out
drinking up the sunlight exploding from every leaf

the me that so delights in symphony of breeze and limb


the me that loves the new burgeoned closing green
closing off all avenues of vision but for its self
the tambourine of spring rain
the bandstand of the chorus frog

this me
is the only Me that is

and when not hypnotized by self
I am all creatures
and everywhere I hear the hum of Me
awakened from the silence of dumb matter

all creatures sing Me
our song is the Divine chord of Me existing



if the sleep of self hood is our fate

let us dream good things