What if the imaginary wasn’t really imaginary after all?

What if the imaginary wasn’t really imaginary after all?
The magic wand truly magical?
What if you don’t really have to know what it all means?
And that you are already blended perfectly into the light?

Do you think you could ever believe this?
That the soul within us is capable of every permutation?
This is the truth…really!
Can’t you feel inside yourself that ambient glow?

Shouldn’t you wonder about these things?
Burn with curiosity?
But, what good is a book without pictures?
A story never told?

The years try to strip us of our sense of awe…
Hem us in by the hills and trees all around…
Make us finished before we have started…
Turn our courage into a thrice yellow green.

Come on, the direction is obvious!
Hurry, there is no time to delay!
The rabbit hole is directly before us…
But the door will never open on its own.

I love you,

Annie