Poem Poetry: Vision
A vision in not simply an image or imagination
An idea or a vaguely translucent thought
Caught in future present
A vision is sight, light, a telescopic worm hole across time
My thoughts key that lock
Swinging back the gate of blinding
Opening the door of intuition to allow sight
Futures horn of plenty let’s glimpse the right
Now, here in this instant of wakefulness
We could project life’s vision behind that door
Into today
Into the way we work we play
We create it all, deep driven by the vision of the future
By the vision of the All
Give me trumpets of truth
Give me the fire of desire
Enough time wasted waiting in your game
Let’s move the mountain
Heave the oceans deep
Take this step across the shore of daily sleep
Be the vision of a life fulfilled
Be in tune with my greatest me
The World.
Liam June 2019

