Dripping Dreams

The silence has an edge to it 

As though a sharp cleaver could fall at any moment 

And slice through

The familiar

Putting an end to all 

That we have known 

 

My dreams are roiling

Like churning water

Capturing images

Of \"end of world\" scenarios

Dreams Dripping with the tumultuous unknown 

Yet I awake

Feeling resigned 

 

I am unsettled

Wondering

What is coming?

 

I find myself contemplating

What is most important to me?

Am I doing everything I can?

Am I being given these dreams so that I can do more?

 

The most important thing We can do right now 

Is hold each other in circles of love

Holding hands around the planet 

Holding hearts 

    Holding 

Focussing our minds

Coming together in unity

 In circles 

    upon circles 

        upon circles 

With hope 

That we can

Shift the balance

Towards transformational healing

Of this blessed Earth we love

 

Hope is all we have 

Yet It seems like a slender thread

Will this thread be enough?

 

Like the spider 

Dangling from the tippy top of an ancient cedar tree 

On a slender thread of silk

The world looks

Fluid 

    Flexible 

As I swing through the air

On wafting breezes

There is a sense of possibility 

 

An alternate reality 

With healing hands and hearts

We will make a difference

Whether it saves the world or not