THERE IS A LAND

If waking we imagined
the way we do in our dreams
we’d wake up
in a thousand places
we’d wear a million different faces.

Then,
if we were aware of one,
one face, one life,
and only one,
that is the one we’d focus on
to the exclusion of all others.

Though we’d exist in them as well
as our own sisters, our own brothers.

There is a land,
mysterious, no doubt,
where people are convinced
that when they live
they breathe life in
while
when they die
they breathe life out.

And since all proof
is in perception –
perceivably at fault –
it follows
there can be deception
which puts a halt
to speculation of any kind.

To speculate
is to envision the improbable,
to open up one’s mind
to really try to see
and harvest our vast, unlimited potential
and use it
for the greatest good of this,
our earth,
and all humanity.