I want to live as poets and dreamers, lovers
and abundant-life livers.

I want to eat a simple meal from scratch
off dishes we have made, partnering with earth.

I want to grow raspberries in the living room.

I want to open our door to criminals and bums,
giving freely so they won't have to steal,
setting a place and saving a bed every night
for the unnannounced, but ever-invited, guest.
That angel.

I want to teach my children, and others perhaps,
and never send them away.

I want to love my wife passionately,
both in public and in private. I want
to kiss in front of our children.

I want to worship together, play together,
live together, pray together.

I want to disconnect completely from our culture
so that we can enter back into it fully
as healers.

These--
these are but dreams and desires;
they are not conditions or demands.

But here is a condition--
unless your own dreams have a similar scent,
a familiar taste,
then there really is no point in continuing this discussion.