THIS IS WHY
There are flowers in the vast field
Fragrant and colorful
The Sun presents its overwhelming array of gifts
And the breeze combines and re-combines huge vials of multi-colored air
We are there in the middle and have always been there
We are still, and have always been still
We simply are, and we simply experience and simply feel
We have nothing other than what we are, and what we are to each other
We need nothing more
There is always music, and it never repeats and is always changing
The flowers never wither and their perfume never fades
And the warmth of you is a part of the Sun’s warmth
And the sound of you is a part of the music
And the smell of you is a part of the fragrance of the flowers
And the softness of you is a part of the breeze
And there is no other field
And there is no other sky
And there is no other day
Because none other is needed
And I have dreamt this dream in a desert
And I have been in this desert for time eternal
The Sun here is merciless
And the breeze here is nothing like gentle
Nothing here is soft
The only music is the constant, deafening, unchanging sound of sand on sand
A flower does not stand the remotest chance here
And so, maybe now you understand;
This is why I come back, again and again to visit the strange and beautiful dream
This is why I choose to endure the pain of its impossibility
This dream is the contrast that makes vision possible
Else there is nothing but white chalk on a white board – charcoal on black paper
Where even eyes that are not as Sun-blinded and tired from searching as mine
Have difficulty reading what is written
So you see
I live sand
I must dream flowers
So you see
I live sand
I must dream flowers
