" Repeat---let it come to you, don't run after it---It would be and is like running after sea waves--- to embrace them up where you stand when you catch them"   -- Jack Kerouac 

i should have been looking for a job today but instead i wrote a poem 

Dreams

I have dreams,

Dreams of a Buddha’s hand

Waving a fresh hibiscus breath

 

To dive into a saints well

In depths that are

as seasoned and sweet as

chai 

and be born into vacancy

 

to entangle in carnal affairs

with tear ducts so vast

that the wombs presence

swells in eternity

under the constant sermon of the tide

 

I have dreams of Gotama

I have dreams Mother,

dreams that summer and autumn

gave birth to peace,

In perfect season

 

I have dreams that interplay

Like Evans Sunday eloquence,

Like innocence flesh worn away

By mid summer play

 

I have dreams that

come true everyday

under the sacrifice

of my veil

and the flight of

doves tongues