Pay Attention to the Man Behind the Curtain

 

Who pulls the ropes and strings that invite the beauty of this world to

   to be manifested on this planet, the things that makes no sense

in the “real world.” The fire in the belly of men, women and creatures

   must come thundering out and burn the house to ashes that find their

way into porcelain vases that caress the poppies and lilies of new life,

   the fires that drive those who dare to step out of the normal, huddle

 together, and find kindred souls to wind around the enlivened Maypole

   of the life threads that were ordained long before the day they were birthed.

Don’t hold fast to the care-a-van, the vehicle inside, with a will of its own.

   You will give chase but only by giving up the yearning and grasping will it

mysteriously turn and find itself.  Do the simple task that lies before you,

   wind the string dangling before you and give it the care it cries out to know.

 

How do I know? The dreamers told me so.