I dreamed I saw Hitler fall into the sun
and even his ashes were snuffed in light,
and with nothing left in evil’s space
a singing tree grew with sunshine leaves.
I dreamed of life consuming death
and children laughing in the place
where selfish darkness once was done
so there was nothing left to grieve.
And day arose in the midst of night
the sun was shining in the stars
as blue grew dim to show the face
of every newborn dancing child.
How beautiful it is to dream,
and feel the dream until you sing,
for this is the power that has made
stars and worlds and everything.
To imagine something already done and feel it so clearly that you laugh and give thanks for the miracle of life is to enter the creative processes of the Universe. This is a very exciting way to move from powerless victimhood into co-creating the world with the Wild Divine. It is overcoming evil with good and does good in the mind for sure.