thru the many rotations
of perceptual planes
people perceive us
from "as they are"
not as who we are

Anais Nin

identity theft always happens
in the middle of the nite
you wake up and part of you is gone
panic sets in adding to the ego-consuming
blaze within
the center gives way
nothin tying you down
your definitely losing ground

if you'd only slept the whole nite thru
this might not be happening...

but no that's not true
part of my family was restored to me
today
then, just as abruptly, taken away
identity theft

sunrise is a world away
tonite darkness reigns with its irrational games

dreams of bones like bows tied in my hair
bones of our Ancestors
wisdom from the past
awakening here and now
promising power primal and personal

glimpses of a psycho-physical reality
flash
as an inner-situation not yet made conscious
happens outside of us as fate
plays over and over again

haven't you figured it out

yet

its all in your head
there is no button to push
changing the channel
is not an option
its not how you interact
there is no control
just yield, lay back
let it flow, let go

when you awake
and you are still in dream time
your journey has begun