dreaming and meditating...

02 December 2017 12:00 AM

 I shot an arrow into the air but where it land, I do not know where, it went in THAT way [?] how strange...

 She lived on the corner of Shipley and Vine, the "cutest" little rooming house, but the landlord died and left her bereft, the woman was her best friend. What would she do now? Where would she live now? But then the cops asked her to "come back" in order to help them in the investigation of HOW the woman/landlord died. Well, at least now, she could be useful...

 it was a wooden bridge, across the stream which by now was strewn with autumn leaves the vines that "decorated" this trellis were also an autumn hue the color orange mixed with brown, the curtain descends, sleep, the frost on the grass, that is a crinkle in itself, have you ever seen yourself as a leaf, fingers stretched, arms extended, move your chest out, face to the sky, and visualize, leaping into the void, wrinkles crinkles, that's what happens, we become maps, the lines in our face the chiseled evidence of where we have been, everyone is a leaf, 

and to each their own on prophesying what the tree actually is, I just like the feel of being that leaf moving in the wind, a particular little dance which suits which way the wind wants to move ... us.

hell no we won't go, that's for the leaves that cling to the stem, the root, but what if you're a pine needle, then you're not going anywhere, close your eyes and feel the stream, the nectar of your own unique heartbeat, part of the all but not...

the garden is crowded, the wall at the edge of the lawn is low, these stones weathered, everything is wet, morning dew, a bit of a rain at night, the dawn is gentle, and the overhanging trees are drooping near this wall, I can see the shy sky, the blue is almost white...