I want to go to the hidden places
Where is stored the most tender, fragile, and precious flowers
I want to go to the land of secrets
Where is hidden behind stones the paintings too vulnerable to see
I want to find the buried treasure in the abandoned parking lot of dream space
I want to light a candle in the cave of what was forgotten and see the diamonds sparkle
I want to leave a compass on the mountain of the formless in the place with no time or direction
I want to walk the forest of the many planes
With herbs in my satchel for whom I meet
I want to traverse the dimensions
And spread my wings as the eagle with talons of crystal and eyes of sky
I want to meet the keeper of the gates guarding the lands of gold and sorrow, of truth and fear, of beauty, nothing more.
And offer my last penny for passage
Into the hidden places of the soul
And the eternal