I like to dream, yes
I like to dance, yes
On the Black Rock,
Burning Man’s erotic cosmology…
Where Psyche is birthed on Playa’s ground
Wordless music all around.
Explore the psyche-
If you dare,
Imagine abyss residing there.
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far,
flies near,
to the stars away from here.
Fairies, freaks
Forces and fire
Leopards and lovers
Subconscious desire.
Sex and soul standing tall
Beside The Disgusting Spectacle.
Tantric kisses replacing touch
coming to life from out her dust;
down from the cosmos,
starlit trust.
Birthed from within
this psyche of mine….
Visual image becomes Divine.
Well, you don’t know what we can find.
Why don’t you come with me little girl?
On a mythical carpet ride…
Sweat cascading down heaving breasts
Disappearing into every breath,
Tears of Prayers and sounds of sighs.
Swarming clouds of butterflies,
intoxicating winks of the Lotus eye.
Ancient truths, instinct container,
Carried through playa
with a magical flute player.
Remind me, O’ Mother, where have we been?
Where primal beats wake primal minds
Reptilian brain, its rhythm finds.
Angry beats, dancing beats
Pulsing bodies around the drum.
Burdened beats, radiating beats.
Tribal poundings,
Trance, dance, chance,
Elucid dreams of pressure…
Gluing fragile wings of glory
back onto the child.
You don’t know what we can see
Why don’t you tell your dreams to me?
Fantasy will set you free…
Amnesia, fetish, bipolar, oh my
Delirium, gestalt, ego reply
Between the shores of contrast and peace
Timelessness, space and liberty.
Close your eyes girl!
Imagination find girl!
Look inside girl,
A mirror of chaos perhaps you’ll spy!
Let the burn take you away……
Last night I held Aladdin’s lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
A whirling dervish where the phoenix flies
Dream filled minds’ vibrating cry.
And so I wished that I could stay
And dance with sun at ancient pace
And dance, and drink, immerse, enfold
Uncover psyche, her pieces hold…
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came,
& took the lamp away.
I looked around,
a lousy candle is all I found.
I looked around,
Circus stilts I see
Humankind climbing history.
I looked around,
Sacred temples I see
Humankind in silent reverie.
Well, you don’t know what we can find
On a mythical carpet ride…
Glows that pull,
Lamps that lead,
Guiding costumed believers
Down darkened streets.
A lustful arcade
where some can hide,
Temples of release,
Emotions start to metabolize.
Windows into the wishing well
Secrets out, the world to tell!
Why don’t you come with me little girl?
On a mythical carpet ride…
Why don’t you fly with me little girl?
Through frozen silence of archetype.
Heebeegee yoga, lunashine,
Irrational geographic, bedlam at nine…
Spiraling wings dig down new heights.
Witch, great warrior, Goddess,
gentle giant’s delight.
Patterns, masks, screaming men in white robes,
Opened wide for all
Who see
To love!
Exhale…
A jazz oasis,
embody your dream,
Lace petal lips encircle the crowd,
The tender touch of a floral kiss…
Meditation,
Creation,
The Pollen of Kindness,
Generosity;
Unacceptable Mediocrity!
Well, you don’t know what we can see
Why don’t you tell your dreams to me?
Fantasy will set you free!
Close your eyes girl,
Look inside girl,
Let the burn take you away……
by Dena Frandsen