under the dreaming tree

dreaming of you

dreaming of me

dreaming of you

under the dreaming tree

you will never be alone

you will always be home

dreaming away

under the dreaming tree

dreaming with me

under the dreaming tree

gaia stirs, separation blurs

an avalanche crashes

a moment occurs

the river flows

in stillness and motion

i am the earth

and the waves of the ocean

and here i am

a quiet man

two eyes closed, and listening

one eye open

in the center of my soul

everywhere to be

nowhere to go

under the dreaming tree

i am being the being i am being

and dreaming the dream

of the dream of me

no time and no distance

blissful, i listen

incredible visions

under the dreaming tree

the colors, the wonder

the river, the mother

hold me as i hold you

under the dreaming tree

from earth, you are made

in earth, you are covered

silence is wild

full of magic and thunder

under the dreaming tree

i am the dreamer

i am the dream

i am dreaming

under the dreaming tree

i wrote a song for you

you wrote a song for me

it is the same song

it is the same dream

dreaming of truth

dreaming of peace

dreaming of you

dreaming of me

dreaming of you

dreaming of me

dreaming of you

under the dreaming tree

twill be

something so incredible

you cant help but believe it

what will it be

'twill be what it already is

~~~

and 'twill be what it must

so you must

and i must

trust

a thousand steps

in my deepest sleep

i was not sleeping

i may have died

but i was still breathing

in my dream

i dreamed of dreaming

in my silence

truths were spoken

in my stillness

endless motion

downhill, like water

always to the ocean

in my wandering

i found the path

in the future

i know the past 

i stare at the sky

and lie on the grass

dreaming of love

and the journey ahead

that which i do not need

release now from my grasp

that which i do need

release now from my grasp

see what will remain

grand canyon raven

a cool blue radiant fool

raven in the haven of youth

a jester impressed upon yesterday's sky

wildly absurd words your conjure

up

the sky, wide and azure

cackles and cracks and groans in erratics

whole tones

no microphones

just the help of a resonant land

fly over head

tell me something sad

carry on

then a golden eagle too

silently soars 

white designs under wing

raven returns

black as if burned

by the fire-red sand

beautiful crimson, vermillion land

my hands move to translate your song

i find

it can't be done

the needles, october

stillness

the ever-so-soft call of a bird

somewhere off in the canyon

the buzz of a nearby fly

and both stop

all that remains

is the remnant humming in my ears

the drone of thoughts

i quiet them, turn them down

fall into stillness, silence

hear only the color of the breeze

i hear eternity

i hear the orbit of planets

trying to escape

gravity

i of the storm

trees falling in the wind

the rain setting in

my blood flows, the river knows

this is a storm worth living

confluence

dead trees after dusk reach up

towards living stars

and dead stars still shine down

upon this old body i've worn

the name of god cannot be spelled

and the answers cannot be given

they may only be received

 

and though i may know nothing

i still know life to be beautiful

 

and i marvel at something so much larger

and i marvel at something so much more marvelous

and i marvel at you

 

i marvel at the way we weave together

like the meeting of two mountain streams

more than we know

do you see it?

the grande perfection

 

this is not poetry

this is truth

we are more beautiful than

we know

every shade of green and blue

in a world all full of wonder

in something so much older

and wiser and bigger than you or me

and we are part of it

we are part of it

and we are it

moving through as ancients moved

this water that we drink

moves through

and has moved here for a thousands moons

a thousand winters

through every shade of green and blue

and it is here now

moving

as we do

the voices and bones and unspoken poems

of those that came before

are here

i feel them

i am them

they move through me 

as i move

through this dream so real

everything is growing and perfect

in its place and mood

every blade of grass, every sound

and every stone

to remain forever and never be removed

i will meet you where

the asters and anemones bloom

world beyond words

it is so sweet

to marvel at the earth all day

and marvel at the stars all night

imagining worlds beyond worlds

beyond words

and how beautiful they must be

but still

it is hard to imagine

a world 

and a life

more beautiful than this

creatures that never leave

something profound

to step out amongst them,

the creatures that never leave these forests 

 and hills

i am a visitor

i am a pilgrim

i am a poor wayfaring stranger

yet something of me belongs

something of me never leaves

something of me is more wild than i know

somewhere within me 

the memories of lives and lives

that came before me

long before

and yet, somehow of me

these mountains remember them

and i am reminded as i climb

i hear their footfalls

around my tent in windy night

touch the earth

down by the lake

where the trees bend low

listen to the river

and drift into the flow

down by the lake where the trees bend low

a thousand winters
 in the wind and snow

keeper of the dream

from before the earth was born

keeper of the dream

and the everlasting soul

listen to her leaves

and the elemental song

twisting like a snake

to the heavens up above

woven like a rope

and climbing every rung

heaven, it awaits 

in the roots and in the trunk

the dance is taking place

in the branches and the buds

down by the lake where the trees bend low

there is the mother

of the ancient grove

down by the lake

where the trees bend low

listen to the river

and drift into the flow

down by the lake where the trees bend low

this is but a dream

and it's dreaming everyone