How far must I toss my dreams
to be clear of my fears
and my blocks and beliefs and things?
…………………………
Into the Outfield, fallow and weedy?
Where sustenance and nurturing
are catch as catch can?
…………………………
Perhaps it’s best not to toss at all
instead, to plant gently in my heart?
There, fear’s vibration and
the waves of old beliefs
create a song…
It’s all just vibration, after all
it’s up to me to tune it
