Believe In The Moment

Row Merrily Thy Dream

Written by Joanne Sprott

Sunday, 03 April 2011 16:25

©2000 Joanne Sprott 10/8/2000   So much effort it would seem To row, row, row, down a stream I’ll just let the boat go instead Using my oars to avoid the shores Keeping myself centered there But now and then, I’ll pick them up And head for forests along the banks To stop and smell the mossy mounds Laying my soul in the cradle of soil Keeping myself in safety there Then of course I’ll strip my clothes (Who really has any need of those?) And join the stream, skin to water Immersing my joy with tickly fishes Keeping myself glistening there Back to the boat, merrily now Steering, laughing past the rocks To breathe in the spray-washed air Exhaling food for the bending trees Keeping myself alive out there For when I look behind I see no trees and no water Forward no rocks, no moss either Just my boat, the stream, the banks Keeping myself in the present-tense I make the stream, the boat, you see I create the moss and the trees The stream moves ever on with me In the everlasting Now Keeping myself in the dream I am real, love is real All else but an illusion, so Row merrily thy dream, my friend And make the world thine own creation

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