The Neo-Pagans Zen Conundrum No.1

Let my illusion
Be one of dark earth
And new green growing
If I imagine rhythms
Let them be rhythms
Built from the steely 'SHHH'
Of the shovel's bite
And dusty wallop of tumbling soil

Let me dream of sunburn
Sweat and stinging eyes
Let me believe real
The foundations I shall set
Upon the dishonest Earth
For all dreamers exist
In shacks of words
Erected on such slabs

Word Walls
Truths nonexistent
Cities built with Tarot Cards
The illusion is stronger here
The dream is wild
Has driven off lucidity
Card buildings stretch
Strain for the sky
Without words scream out

'This is real!
This is all that has ever been real!'

Strongest here

I dream a shovel's song
A brilliant sun
My back to all those high things
And the need to fall lower
Searching for sweat and a singular
Moment of clarity
To know that I am
Whether I think I am or not

RanchoZenRodeo
02-11-2005
©2005 chasaltvater