Folly

Come into this world with me,

My friend, my love.

Take my hand and come.

They call it folly, this place

Where all seekers sometime go.

Take care –

The ground will quiver at your footfall;

It can feel you. It delights.

The air is sweet with beauty here

That others rarely know.

Drink deep.

Let it bless your eyes

That they may see the glories

In and around you,

All those present miracles

Hidden in plain sight.

Look, and believe what you see.

You are not alone in seeing.

Speak your visions without fear.

And when they call it folly, love,

Pay them no heed.

For all great things are folly

To those who will not look

Through prisms,

Through the dew that soaks the air.