How many raindrops must fall in this 
purifying storm?
How many to flood the earth 
like in Noah's time to rid the world of evil?

I've been here before 
time and time again
revisiting something, someone, 
none of the above.

Yes sweet dreamer of you and I 
and no other,
let us play like children under the sun
as the holoworld fades at dawn.

Dancing in a dream of healing light
we touch the anointed one 
deep within 
ourself.

Embrace the space.

There's always soul level,
where there's a choice to surrender 
to either awareness 
or holoworld.

Through hideous realms and dark nights 
mystics have endured, 
grounded in this soul perspective 
and emerged
from the point 
where it's realized that it was just us 
as one single being 
the whole time through.

               ...and who is that? (one might ask)

A dozen other words come to mind

but none will do.

None of the above

           ...below or 

                   wherever.
 

I could wish you sweet peace
but what would that do?

What could that do?

(peace)                                                                        © 1999 by David Bozzi