If I So Choose

In my mind, you are here. How could you not be?  In my mind, I have a heart, where you have always been, always will be.  In my mind.

No mind -- no heart.  

Nor you, either.  

Nothing behind me; 

nothing awaits.

Wake up, wake up.  Things to do, wrongs to right, cats to kill.  Wake up within the dream, my lucid dreamer, here you are, all powerful.  Mountains allow you to climb them -- just know this.  You, who can accomplish anything you desire, no limits, no lack.  Would you keep it all then, all to yourself?  You, you, you, and the loaf of bread (sourdough, dark rye) the jug of wine (methode champenoise) and ... who?  Maybe Alice Waters, in the kitchen anyway, she can cook -- locally. Organically!

The meaty bison turns his lonely eyes to you.  Would you give him that one bad day?  Or turn him loose, make the pledge, pick up the plow.  Don't kid yourself now, you are about to change the world.  One carrot at a time.  Because they grow, you know, they grow in bunches, pushing back the forest, invading, civilized.

Energy, energy, all -- all energy.  And all for you.  

My gift to you.  

Should I open my eyes.