I Stand with the Dreamers (for DACA)

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I Stand with the Dreamers

I am with the Dreamers
I awaken each day to the miracle
Of a sun that still,
In the face of all this, rises,
Grows strong and golden
And blasts us with a rush of warmth
Reminding us of time’s cycles,
Of renewal, and how brief it all is.
I want to use the time wisely,
To create the love and acceptance
And justice I want all around me.
I look at the sun; it is impossible,
Regarding its striking power,
To think of Earth, or any part of it,
As mine, as belonging to me.
In this way, I, like you, might be
Utterly, completely, blessedly free,
And am appalled at how quickly
It can all fall apart.

I am a Dreamer, like you.
I do not live where I was born,
I was not born in my parents’ countries,
And their parents come from
Another place still.
Is this not, going back far enough,
The state of things for us all?
I weep for the nature of circumstances
That took my ancestors from me
Before I could know their legacy,
That today grant me movement
And wrest from others
The right to their dreams.
For what holds us here, fragile and unsure,
But the dreams we carry with us,
That bear witness to our fear and pain,
That promise of a bright tomorrow
That will keep on expanding
With every dream that dares to fill it?

We are all Dreamers
In our pursuit of the pure and true,
In our wish to know that
Our pain can be lessened,
That our hopes,
Lively, imaginative and necessary,
Live and that they matter.
I stand with the Dreamers,
In a world that can only survive
And thrive
On the breath of every last one
Of its beautiful dreams.

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The Spectre of My Freedom

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the spectre of my freedom
in the event you are not free
 
the words congealing
with nowhere to land or fall
 
empty movement on land
you cannot escape from
 
we are a people blessed
we are a people cursed
 
we are a people born
and raised of our times
 
yet still, still, we breathe
we gasp on the intake
 
we pray the air is clean
and if we discover what lives
 
there is something in this
there is our responsibility
 
to breathe more and deeper
until the body lights up
 
and there is no other choice
but to light up the rest.
 
– TT

Imagination

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Where will my imagination take me?

It will never be as vast as the sky,

As voluminous as the fruit of one tree.

It will never set me soaring

In the way of the clouds

That are ever shifting,

Always finding new formations

Without any need to express at all.

Can my imagination expand

The way a bud unfurls to flower,

Holding nothing back

Despite the transient nature

Of her existence

Between coming and going?

Can it rest as sweetly

As a bird landing on a branch,

Knowing it won’t stay long,

Not finding any sadness in this?

Imagination is a winged bird

When the path is not obstructed,

When nothing stops the intuition

From honing in on home.

Imagination does not desire,

And so it is limitless.

Cosmic Connection

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if i could,
as a lilypad holds her flower
to the light
giving her the space of her freedom,
allowing her awareness of the depths below
while keeping safe from submergence,
i, for you,
would move to the edge of all things
so we can dance,
two free beings,
feeling the full force
of our cosmic
connection.
 
– TS

What We Are

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and maybe I can
swirl between the lights
like snowflakes that dance
their small dances with the
winter wind on their way
down or out to their
vanishing point
 
and maybe I have
feeling like a bird
would, living out its destiny
among the clouds, wanting
for it to come down
to rest, in soft defiance
of the order of things
 
and maybe it is
you I follow down every
and all roads, not seeing
the burdens I have
rested upon you, who
knows what love is
and what love is not
 
and maybe, finally,
i will love the snowflake
for its imminent disappearance,
the bird for its freedoms,
and you, always, for
bringing me to the reckoning
of what I am
 
– TS

The Peace Revolution

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holding the
arms of love
breathing into it
with all you’ve got
holding on
to let go
loving mightily
to set free
believing with
every last part
of you
in what
comes next
 
soft love
a fervent wish
for the
kind of peace
that lies
encased in
your chest
like a jewel,
that transcends
our moment
in time
beyond our
wild dreamings
 
our faces
in the stream
throwing wishes
into moving waters
knowing that
now is the
time to love fierce
to commit fully
to want more
than the same
on the other side
this the time:
our revolution – TS