WE ARE WORTHY OF THE DREAM

We are on the cusp of beginning, the cusp of belonging. There are textures in the breath of others, textures in the breath of self. Take soul moments, fixed static spaces surrounded by walls of steel and willow. Connect those moments to others and more, hold hands with saints and sinners, gods and angels, sky and dust. We are the engine of deliverance, the speaker of endless moments of now. There are forests that sway, and beaches that tumble, there are skies that slide, and oceans that stumble. Nothing is ever the same, and nothing ever really changes. We are motion and quiet stillness - sometimes we are wild moments of history, at others the end faintness of a smile. There is no reason to be, no end result. We are vague and ephemeral, we are a candle in the faint breeze in a dark corridor, we are the glimmer of flame snuffed out by a wet finger and thumb. But lack of reason, lack of destiny, lack of result, does not mean that we are pointless to the drama. We are here and we are worthy, we dream the dream...and then it is done. All is well.