Why Fairy Tales?

dreaming while flying from my chair

God, save the dream! The impossible one!

Because…

windmill dreams

a propeller without a plane is just a windmill.

rough-legged dream

God, save our hunger for satisfaction!

Because…

immature bald eagle dreams

sitting still is for the birds.

choose to fly

Be different — choose to fly

dream fly

in peace with loves

Uncle Tree

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The Imp Path

The Imp Of Ivy

Tickling her way through the moss in the Spring
young imp bursts forth into the light of day
Winding a path from the trunk to the crown
by Summer’s end she will be free to kiss the sky
Ivy ympe 
Waving in the wind and waltzing in the rain
she feels for her ancient oak, making his life sensational
Her ecstatic cling informs his essential being
Thus he knows in the densest way just why his sap stirs so

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The Song Of Master Olmark

spirits of nature IV (2)

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In a state of restless consternation,
the candidates awaited the arrival of The Master.
A hush fell over the room as the curtains began to part.
With a marked air of dignity, Olmark glided to center-stage.
His presence brought their newly sharpened awareness into focus.
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“Attuned — understand?
Listen up, all ye initiates of The Order.
The note; the original, plays on in the unseen background.
Can you hear it? Don’t you sense it? Like a stream of morning dew?

When The Dice Roll Themselves

dice-in-universe-ella

Quantum Lucidity 
The way I see reality,
undermined by bigotry.
Where overwhelmed fluidity
 ↔ proceeds universally ↔
Look! All around you, here we have
a perpetual-motion machined Universe.
Infinity turning itself inside-out and outside in,
from the micro to the macro comes the macaroni grill! Ah!
But Soul remains a mystery, lest she be the Muse I have in mind:
where angels belong, where spirits reside, where the dead go,
where aliens ride, where I Am deadcenter, but still alive!
Or are we simply living the lives of The Immortals?
Where we’re all gods, who don’t want to play God,
and the dice roll themselves.
dice
“Now, that’s what I call – the fairy tale role of the dice.”
Uncle Tree
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