Morning

[theirishsea]

blinds down
shielding sleep from the prying sun

but doesn't help
a yelp of consciousness

takes hold
while the sun's rays

change the dullest beige
to gold

and so I accept
this dream where all seems

to be tied on the wheel
of what language calls real

but what I feel
is the ride of earth

through another day
it's not work

but play
like leaves falling

in a swift breeze
and so we all dance

in the cosmic romance
of creature and the great dark

with all its wedding's jewels
light lancing

into the bride and groom's
glance, touch

and all such revelry

[the mingo]

[stilltrucking]

these days—>or maybe it has always been—>nothing more real on the wheel than poetry.

thanks for the poem

[sweetwater]

Perhaps surprisingly, given the importance of conformity as a theoretical construct in social psychology and the profound implications of 'magic' has in relation to not conforming to social norms ... it pays to be an anarchist !

[dadio]

Spot on, Irish. Enjoyed