last night I Dreamed
of the future
and I can still -feel- beneath my cheek
the wood
on which I will paint my masterpiece,
and I can see the light that comes in the
studio in which I will paint it,
and the mountains and trees that are around
those walls and windows
breathe to me behind my eyelids
with a faint melodic hum
calling to me down the loop of time,
and it became infinitely clear to me
the powerful goodness
of making and nurturing and
breathing the life of love into
everything I consecrate with my body.

That painting,
surrounded by the soft light of that studio,
which is nestled in that house
on a hillside
of mountains and trees
and holds dear friends and family
all engaged in this same loving endeavor,
I know it now,
that it lays in the Road of my life
stretching ahead of me.

and my love,
my love,
you were there,
woven throughout the air
of that place.

The song of the dream was so strong
I got up this morning
and nearly delivered a holiday present
of one less employee
to pack the car
and get decisively on the road
toward that place.

Oh, my life,
my Life,
I don’t know how exactly
we’ll get there,
but onward we go!