Dreams of Power

  We so much dream of separationand aloneness, that we placedepthless spaces betweenus and the joys of love.Even though on every cornerof the world, the same answers
may be found within 

the chambers 

of single hearted devotion,no spacegoes beyond the immobilityof silence,no words,no valid symbols of knowledgewould insert its impertinenceupon a rose,upon the clarity of watersrunning downstream,clearing,feeding beingsand forests,as in a dream of loving.An we dreambecause that's what's leftwhen all the sands of the oceanhave sifted through our fingers,gone in the whirlwind,for beyond the darkest aphorismsof victory's power,is the dangling sword of lesser gods.