Throwing darts of attention
I bulls eye
center

Noticing
we are eyes of awareness noticing
a presence of someone
filling in the dots
(but I can't say who)

There's a soul
with an umbilical cord
being bathed
like an egg
under pure water stream,
growing.

There's a feeling
of pleasure and self condemnation,
mingling,
and a story is born …

Rush in winds of time
like four angels riding horses.

My sister soul, 
her face lights up 
like a light bulb, 
   …then flickers doubt.

Big skyscraper scratches sky.
Cat claw.
Clouds escape under thunder.

Earthworms dig.

A chameleon wearing plaid
crawls slug-like on a window
stealing attention
like a thief.

And outside the garden
lion stalks,
like a God unseen,
sinners on the run
in quicksand on a humid day
who confuse prayer
with just asking for stuff,

 ...wanting and wishing
    grasping and twisting...

dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.

And I wonder
who can make true 
the wishes of a dreamer
clutching dream treasure
upon awakening.