Two dreams

There are two dreams

One we wake up from

One we cannot as it is

Too real to be unreal

The hunger singes

Till it is appeased

Again and again

The house is so big

It cannot be left behind

The wardrobe overflows

With clothes never worn

More than once or ever

For they turn out to be

Not what we wanted

There is another dream

That will not let us sleep

For we think it is our destiny

The purpose of our life

When life all around us

Shows it has no reason.

What is a dream worth

If it will not change reality

For those who cannot dream?

Water birds

Tomorrow is too far away

To even think of arriving

Today is what we want 

To leave far behind

Like we did yesterday

What was that dream

We can't remember

Like a previous life

Some insist we had

And we will have again

The actor says he invites

The characters he plays

For they are waiting

To come alive in him

Thoughts don't die

They only hide from us

We cannot be what we are

When we have been raised

To be what we have to be 

The pond is drying up

But we cannot desert it

Like the water birds do

The rains cannot but arrive.

Distances

This is the land of vast distances

Between deity and devotee

Language and prayer

Aspiration and arrival

This is the land of the lost

Those who have no roots

Forgotten where they are from

Named by others and called names

Yet this land is now coming to itself

For the earth and sea

Are now giving up their dead

Who tell the truth to their heirs

Of how the distances came to be.

Fallen awaken

The bird is back with its song

Though it cannot build a nest

It cannot let go of summer

Give love rest for a year or two

Life cannot wake up quietly

Like the sun does every day

The moon does when it rises

The stars when they come on

The words look at truth silently

Cannot describe what they see

For what is said is not what is seen

The world vanishes without desire

The fallen laugh for they have woken

Light cannot be nailed to the cross

Love that is buried is resurrected 

Hatred is shamed and goes into hiding.

Momentous

We have parted ways with time

Or time has parted ways with us

For the seasons here don't change

As if we had willingly foregone springs

Settled for yearlong, dark, cold winters

We did not ask for the certainty of slavery

To replace the uncertainty of freedom

This day looks like other days when

The destination is only vaguely known

And there is no one to ask where it is

Because it is not clear what it looks like

This moment when you do not know

Where you want to go, this moment

When you do not want to go anywhere

This moment when there is no distance

Between yesterday and tomorrow or

Between you and me, this moment

Is the moment is the momentous moment.