... god keeps finger painting in the sky.
night after night.
smearing pastel paint across the ceiling of the atmosphere.
the hallways of all ways.
we look down at ourselves wading through painted passion...
called to arms
the "arms" of an embrace.
hear the sweet songs sung by spirits in the clouds that hang
in this fingerpainted sunset.
only seers see the spirits here.
they whisper songs that tell us
...so you can keep others awake
and collectively we can wake those that sleep.
Eyes that open one by one like daffodils in spring.
together we spring to life.
Shaken and Awaken
from this hazy dream we've been in for far too long.