Sometimes I dream of heaven
that the people of the sun
color of the earth recognize their beauty
walk like kings and queens
in this existence
unaware of hierarchy of needs or power
that freedom is no longer contemplated as a desire
but recognized as breath
I dream
that we beings native to the this land
recognize the blessing that is to know love
to feel flesh press on flesh
brown loving
enough to say thanks
enough to part our lips and speak words that nourish the sun
raise our hands to the stars knowing we can actually touch them
I dream that poisons we drink everyday
are released from our bodies
that we no longer sabotage our happiness
with shame or lies that cut our spirits
that we no longer sell ourselves short
to momentary gratification
and decide to move for this stagnation
towards liberty
find comfort not in money
but in you, in me, in us
Sometimes I dream of heaven
that the words we speak are always blessings
that our verbiage is always thankful
to life
to this breath
to love
thankful to the tree we all come from....
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