Though I’ve spoke in the twilight with Luna Screamed in the desert at Christ Dreamt in the ocean by Proteus’ side Slept next to clouds upon Zeus I am, still, defined, by this divide
I’ve Held heavens horizon by Yahweh’s truce To drink from Pirene as Pegasus stands Gaurding my vice as Gaia tames land. With icharus carried the dragons egg I am, still, in temptation, by my right hand.
Though imaginary places can fill
our hearts with fire
there is nothing like the warmth of earth
to keep us walking
strong - and on
Once we make up our mind
what is illusion and reality
it is a wonderful sense to be filled
with the grounding of acknowledging,
with or without understanding,
all that is, all that can be
and all that never was
move forward from there.