i want to pause everything and gaze at the naked moon, bathing in her silvery light, amongst the shadows and cool air, a pink cactus flower, having just opened in the darkness.
i want to rise up, joining the velvet clouds, only to fall as a liquid iridescent pearl into the rushing mountain stream, washing her bones, disappearing into the vast waters of my birth.
i want to live in a forgotten temple high in the mountains, where i will hug the earth all day, welcoming the smooth foot of the guru on my back, grateful to be a sandal in this world of innocence lost.
i want to wave and flap, taking on shape after shape, as the flaming hand of an ardent flamenco dancer, having divorced ambition, completely surrendered to the dream of love.
i want to be the sun, licking my gaseous lips, spawning peace and fertility, my tears born human,
my songs as seasons, waiting expectantly for a glimpse of my beloved.
i want to walk with the great white bear across the sweeping ice, while it still breathes, whiskered seals taking momentary naps with one eye open.
i want to run free across Mongolian savannas, amongst feather grass and silver birch, where the gray wolf hunts brown-eared pheasant, the last of the wild horses, with striped strong legs and thick hooves.
i want to be turned upside down and restrung, my bright treble and deep bass,
feedback and distortion, a fluid vocabulary in Jimi's LSD inspired hands.
when my time comes i want to greet death with a smile, look into it's eyes, and say, "take me... i'm yours".