Golden Myths

We rise
in our own consciousness
as Gods.

Shining the purest light
from inside out.

Living in ecstasy.

You cannot tell us
it is fantasy.

For it is how we see
the world,
how we see ourselves.

Visiting The Past?

Does the world
I used to know
still exist,
alive and breathing,
somewhere out there?
In some form?

Perhaps in a shift
of time and space.

In a world
unfathomably far
by space travel
or magic.

Backyard Flamingos

The eccentric millionaire
kept a flock of flamingos.

His most cherished possession.

They roamed
in a vast expanse of his backyard,
near the tennis court.

It certainly raised a few eyebrows
in the neighborhood.