Walking the Bridge



One…two…three…step


What dream have I carried from thought into light

held in wondering shaped through sight

future breathing through my chest

pretending from the end until it rests

inside my walk inside my tone

inside the vision I already own


Eight steps across the deck every move

a future set each one landing

clear precise  nice and perfect oh how nice

Eleven steps to the bridge

I cross I shift I live

from the end to the now

I move somehow through the vision I allow


Ahead a bridge appears

yes coincidence yet so very clear

a picture formed before my feet

mind creating what I meet

eyes focused image held

scene beginning to reveal itself

I step as if remembering something ancient

already given not forcing just becoming


future flowing through the present path unfolding

through awareness motion turning   into knowing

From here…to there…why becomes where…

The bridge alive inside my mind portal opening

through space and time every thought

a building beam every breath supporting dream

I walk calmly through the air knowing fully


I placed it there

Sixteen  steps to the bridge

I move I shift I live

vision turning into form future crossing

through the storm

Nineteen…twenty…I cross…


Achieving

feeling 

believing 

 into knowing 

what a great pretty you. 



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