I have a dream…

I have a dream of a world without boundaries, without money, without leaders… I have a dream of a world where we are all allowed to pursue our talents, our passions, cultivate what we are truly good at and where every talent receives its due respect. Where someone who is good at building houses is treated with reverence because without them we would have no roof over our heads, where someone who is good at making clothes is held in highest regard because without them we would all freeze to death, where someone who is empathic and insightful is treated with admiration because without them we would have no one to help us solve crisis and sort out problems, where someone who farms the land is considered to be the most important person of all because they feed us.

I have a dream of a world where you grow, not where you are planted, but where you choose to grow based on your own needs. Where you can settle down, build a home where you know you will truly bloom. Where a farmer is understood to have a bigger piece of land to farm our food, where a doctor is welcomed to a plot in the town because we all know they need to be close to their patients, where an artist is encouraged to build a house on a cliff overlooking the sea to soak up the inspiration pouring in from the ocean. Where we take no more than we need. And happily let other people do the same.

I have a dream of a world where pursuing your talent is considered to be a gift and practicing it a chance to hone in on your skill and evolve your craft, where making a garment, treating a patient, building a house for someone, giving someone council, telling a story, playing music, fixing a tool, planting a tree, is a way to do what you love the most, a gift to yourself, not something you do to make money and accumulate wealth and building status.

I have a dream of a world where kindness, empathy, creativity, exploration, generosity and spirit are the only leaders we need to guide us, and finding a way to discover this leadership within ourselves the only road to morality we need to walk.

Am I dreamer? Yes. Do people laugh and me and call me naïve when I talk like this. Yes. Do I believe it is one day possible? Absolutely! And today, tomorrow and the day after that I am going to do my best to live as though this dream was already reality. Believing in it bravely and audaciously.

As an Empath

As an Empath I can merge

with any life form,

becoming life itself manifested

in flight, gills, earthlings and heart.

I lose my grip on my individuality and

float on your humming strings,

expand on your wings and dive

into your dark.

I even get lost in conflicting

tones unable to decipher your cadence

from my own.

That is why I need my art.

Art becomes: another you, another life,

my own heart, gills, wings.

I merge with the life form we call

the soul. My soul.

I drown in this depth only to re-emerge

on another surface having become myself

fully, wholly, holy, fulfillingly

myself.

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We learn to understand

That everything is touched by time

And time must run its course.

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We carry our souls like a torch.

We mind our spark, we balm our wounds,

We bring our courage forth.

And when time is right we rise again

To reclaim our newfound worth.