I want

with the fury and the fire

from my belly 

to the saliva in my mouth

I want to taste it

not to sit in the classroom, 

learning a passive lesson

I want to be

in the driver’s seat

diving into the belly of the whale;

the pit of the experience 

I want to taste 

every flavor 

to hear 

every melody

every bird song 

I might See

every color 

so I might Touch 

every end of every rainbow

not for the pot of gold

but to know

the experience of life fully lived

in passion

in privilege

in perspective 

comes to be

woven 

Into my DNA

for I am 

a dreamweaver 

I want 

the wonder

the awe

the gazing over the pyramids

in a hot air balloon

with kin of my soul in the basket with me 

playing Melodies over the streets 

and singing their songs

I want the wind dusting my face

on the back a motorcycle 

in the Bavarian alps

and the sweet romance

of Tuscany in the way the golden light 

gleams on the river

as the gelato melts too quickly in the heat 

of a summer evening

I want

the stories in the books 

to reveal to me the tales 

I have lived too

from the earth

to the moon 

and back again to tell the tale

into the jungle 

swinging on vines, 

and jumping from waterfalls 

playing Tarzan and Jane 

I want 

the passion

the fury

the fiery rage 

for what is life

without it all 

bumps and bruises included 

broken hearts too 

I’ll buckle up 

and go to the edge 

so I feel the wind in my feathers 

both a whispering and a shout, 

YOU

CAN

FLY

I WANT to keep tilting my head 

across the liminal prism of perspective 

and to know

that In me lives

more than this 

Ordinary

Dream 

I will 

come home every day

not to the edge, 

but to the center 

to the place where 

I rest, rejuvenate and remember 

my temple within 

in heart 

I am

my empire of eternity 

and I drink 

fresh water from this fountain now 

for Tomorrow’s memory will come sooner than later 

so I dream life ahead 

picturing the green green grass

the sound of laughter from my lover 

to wake up again

and dream the dream alive 

I will give this one life

MY ALL 

not for you to see

but for me to be

In love 

In this

Ordinary   

Dream

I will stretch 

my hamstrings in yoga

so that my legs can carry me 

with loving ease 

to the next journey 

for I know

my hunger and thirst 

for a life well lived 

starts right here 

the body 

is the spirit 

I will fuel the passion 

wildly so that my hair is naturally curly

ecstatic for the day to come 

and when I feel like wilting

I WILL WILT

for I know that death and decomposition 

are compost

for the next best

season 

put me in the ring 

and I will sing

praise to my days 

THANK YOU 

in gratitude and grace 

for my eyes 

see in side too

building a beautiful empire

my soul is a garden 

and the red rose is my heart

her chambers are four

and her stem has thorns 

lifeline, 

a silent companion

tune in and we might hear  

how life plugs in

did you know

the center of a compass is called

A Compass Rose?

and there, the fragrance 

sees it all

her eyes see out side too 

they live

on my fingertips 

and on the edges of my toes

they live wildly inside too

and see from the place that connects me 

to the one who writes these words

to fall in love

with life

every day

even in the mundane 

Ordinary 

Dream 

I will 

be

free

to let myself be seen

free 

to keep dreaming my dream

free 

to hold your hand in confidence and say, 

come along with me

free 

to cry, when the sun sets 

or the star shoots 

and make my wishes

knowing with full conviction 

that when I say it 

from the truth of the center of my heart

there is no separation from me

and the universe 

and so it is. 

I will be

alive

wildly in my boredom too 

I will scream to the top of my lungs on the roller coaster that takes me

for a ride. 

and when I land and arrive home 

the message written on my cup of tea

will still surprise me 

I will call and say I love you

to the ones who accompany me 

in this ordinary dream  

for I know

LIFE IS MAGIC

WHEN I CAN SEE CLEARLY 

I will count my blessings DAILY  

for life

has surely 

blessed me

for what is it all worth

if not to enjoy the magic 

in the mundane

the mundane in the magic 

and the joy of living a life 

In 

This

Ordinary

Dream 

– I, AM Poetry