ocean deep,
I feel the waves, sweet,
the melody dreams, for air, for being,
it travels through seams, shadows and light,
like jazz, it paints in hues of emotions.
the motions,
like a train wheel on steel,
feel the breeze, the peace, it sings,
deep in Spirit, the depth of dreams,
do you feel ? this is knowing of the sun.
like a fan,
span, like a loom,
time and space are yours to moon,
dance with grace, the eternal race, thousands a face,
to play in the trains of dreams, pray for the golden stream.
ocean of dream,
I swim, round and round,
up and lighter, the sun's ray guide my swim.
a thousand dreams,
the poet said, an ocean of streams,
row row your boat, its all a dream.
all that seams, all that breathes
the ocean is the dream, the dream is breath,
you are the vase, does the Shu fit ?
do you dance in prayer ?
do you water the ocean with your streams ?
ocean deep,
through, I sip, seeping through dreams,
some I wake in the dream, some I seek, mystery,
and my tribe, the crowing knowmads, for them these stories I scribe.
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whenever, wherever,
you drift into, deep is the dream,
in the deep of counted days and targets to reach,
the sun shines still, there's a ray that reaches through, that's your anchor to the golden stream.
there's a flame,
it burns inside my vase,
ancient and untamed, it burns in love and rage,
holy and uncaged, it flaps its wings and the embers pray.
dance and you will be untamed it says
there's a dance,
it moves my feet for me to see,
and feel the fire inside of me, it prays,
for the depth of Spirit, and movement in grace.
after dance I feel thirsty
there's an ocean,
deep, it holds the dream,
all that be's, all that seams, all that is,
the dream is the dreamer, deep is the ocean.
the ocean waves like a spider web. there are paths, in these paths, the ocean tells stories, these are the paths trains take. trains can meet other trains in journeys, they meet in train stations. the knowmad knows where the train stations are, for he has the crow key, the sight to see the in-between.
Yes.