Delight in the barefoot grass between toes.
Dare to be without shoes here,
Where shoes are expected.
Slowly the smiles will find their way
Back to the place they belong.
Peacefully lift your face into the stars -
Go with the swirl of light
Scattered across possibility.
Every dream is striking the matchbox
And lighting candles
For the pilgrims.
Too many dreams are embers on the path:
See the ones who love, give soft breath
Every dream glows
Until the feeding of the fire
Ignites the night.
All things will once again
Feel like they are bound to happen
All things will once again feel
Like they are
Painting "Ascension" J. Kirk Richards