Keeping dreams alive...

Power surged through me: unfettered power, unimaginable power. It coursed through me and gave life to my maddened cry, feeding it, making it unnecessary even to breathe. Deeper and deeper my scream became, until it was the primal voice of the very land itself. It was raw, searing. It was the energy of making and undoing, and I had unleashed it wide. But I am amazed how it's not going in, but it's expanding out. So now I don't have to keep trying to make sure there isn't a little atom bomb inside me. But I can trust there is energy everywhere outside, and all I have to do is be open to it. So it comes back to me at the same time.