Vladimir: Say you are, even if it’s not true.
Estragon: What am I to say?
Vladimir: Say, I am happy.
Estragon: I am happy.
Vladimir: So am I.
Estragon: So am I.
Vladimir: We are happy.
Estragon: We are happy. (Silence.) What do we do now, now that we are happy?
The wisdom of our sayings
Forgotten memories of oneness with the Creator
The healing power of our touch
Light of the sun and stars
Why are we eccentric, obvious, even strange?
Is conformity and practicality beyond our reach?
Are maturity and responsibility too great a request?
It is our bodies, minds, and spirits
Which are transformed by the journey
It is through our open hearts
That messages of love are etched into our souls
It is due to our meandering in the woods that wistful thoughts
Are transported to our inner minds by sunbeam and breeze
Whispered by the angels of wisdom
We answer to no man, woman or child
Only the quiet voice is our master
It is our high regard for what lies beyond time and space
Which inhibits the reign of temporal society
Our childish ways unlock the mysteries of life
Look to the clouds with our eyes and you will see the Glory of God
In the playful images chasing each other across the sky
Look into humanity and be prepared to mourn
We cry from a place so deep, you dare not go
Through our words you journey to comfort’s farthest edge
Alarm us awake,
Force us through schools of conformity
Extrude us into the work force
Seal us in day after day
Closed off from the earth and all her glory
And we will normalize
We will adopt a practical outlook
We will close our eyes once again
And sleep on the near side of the veil with you
And BE no more” —Craig Junjulas (via fernsandmoss)