Reverie

Soul relaxed,
thoughts I scribe in scribble
as I write my mind in time
to the beat
of my unconscious potential
within which I swim;
searching for truth;
an explanation;
but all I’m offered is experience;
emotions to feel as I steal your gaze.
Unfazed by ignorance,
hopeful of answers;
but instead another question.
So, it’s a test then?
Yet who will answer,
award us praise,
when we are right?
The same who
that will not punish
when we are wrong.
But what is right?
And what is wrong?
Your perception it depends upon,
but so many views confuse,
and choose to change
means change your choice:
the change is yours for choosing.
Choose your voice
not struck dumb by fear and hate;
defend against tyranny and oppression;
armed with a quick wit
to inflict a peaceful outcome,
as negativity
is positively fleeced from our psyche.
I question thee as I question me,
and question me you should.
And back:
to me, to you…
in awoken spiritual equilibrium,
dancing God’s dream.
Now in peace let nightmares rest.

Fairy Spring, Mui Ne, Vietnam