Hope

If you don’t smile and love where can your hope reside.

Hope needs windows, needs to run and shout and scream out of the doors of perception into the earthy light of unrealised reality.

Let us dance in the rain you and I letting our hopes play freely outside the strict control of our mind.

They will intermingle – copulate passionately – spawn and spawn whilst allowing retaining, space for death, failure, demise.

They are both the ends and the means; for every hope-dream-desire is an end in itself and the means to further transformation.

I am this and you are that.

What preposterous nonsense

I hope you will agree.