DMT Spiritual Activity...

14 October 2017 12:00 AM

he let go of the balloons they spiraled into the sky, multi-colored hope and aspirations, the woman laughed and the man doff his hat, they were parading in the park, Sunday afternoon, everyone was on patrol, time for gossip, and crumpets, home for TEA in the late afternoon, she let the servant take her cape, the man left by the side door, they didn't fool anyone, the sky is odd today, clouds white and gray a moment ago there was sunlight, I heard and saw the Canada Geese this morning they were doing their usual flight, migratory confusion, they cover a wide area, but they criss-cross, I really think they are arguing, "let's go this way, no that way, it is such a hoot to watch, there were actually Canada Geese in London, I wondered, how far off course did they have to stray to get there, migration is a strange concept, they hiked into the hills, the jagged mountains, the monks in their red robes the color of sand-red bare foot monks, and their hats are discarded , pull the hoods up, and scatter like birds huddled birds looking for shelter, where the HECK is this writing going to, the bells rang, where is the boy with the gong, or was it a woman this time, they sat on the bench near the council hall the women in their black robes, faces wrinkled, their hands on the head of their canes, they looked lethal, these lying in wait sages, the sounds from the valley echo in the surrounding mountains..