My dreams are full of water. Floods and rapids for me to ride. Are you the moon who churns the tides of my sleeping soul? I’ve met the monsters of the id and have taken their swords. They have retreated back into the deep. Driftwood piles on the shore. I gather sticks in abundance to build our home. Creativity. Harmony. Happiness. Gratitude. Do you wear buddha smiles? Do you see angels in the sky? Have you died many many many times before?
My dreams are full of water. Floods and rapids wash me clean. As I'm swept through the pillars of light and dark, the high priestess meditates by the shore. With the moon at her feet, she unrolls a sacred scroll. And I fall awake. The sun shines and the moon releases her hold on the tide. The buddha smiles and the hero offers a golden apple to the sky. Loners. Dreamers. Artists. Poets. Alchemists. Philosophers. Fools. Misfits walk among us. Are you one with them?
Trying to drive me underground
And they think that they have got the battle won
I say forgive them Lord
They know not what they've done
Nazi Punks Fuck Off (Dead Kennedys)
Being president doesn't change who you are, it reveals who you are. (Michelle Obama)