The Kingdom Within Us

(within the realms

of our dreams

we who are not

as others

would like us to be

are utterly free.)


speak from the spirit, sounding off

like soul-writers: remembrancers

of the past forecasting the future

with surreal logic

of an urban mystic with second sight

envisioning the tree

of our kindred family

of souls moving heaven & earth

to chase tomorrow

through detours of bohemian eyes

reading the mind of God to end

from origin, while heeding the muse

of youth in all its hues

imbued by the infinite

fountain of fervor

overflowing with the blood, sweat & tears

conscious of the kingdom within us

in lieu of becoming

                                                 a paradox of paradise lost in translation.