Create a song out of your moans.
Brag about your wounds.
Dance reverently on the graves of your enemies.
Does any of this make sense to you so far?
It all seemed perfectly reasonable
and helpful in my dream.
Sneak a gift to your bad self.
Dissolve the ties that bind you
to hollow intelligence.
Seek the angel near the funky gulley
that winds through no man's land.
Dig for treasure in the muddy puddle
where the single lily grows.
That's it,
if you can align yourself with its spirit,
I bet you'll be primed
for the waking-life opportunities
that are headed our way".
carry on....
