"The classic Soul Travel experience is leaving the human body in full awareness and having the Light and Sound of God flow directly into the Soul body" -- Harold Klemp

Blog,

I guess I am growing okay with the idea of arrival:

blog, as I texted to a friend, is it how we define place in placelessness?

I will tell everyone that I am a poet and that I am taking ten years off from writing poetry.

I will tell everyone that I am figuring it out, and I will write a novel about it.

I will have dreams, extravagant and banal:

last night I dreamed I was having a dream. In the dream, I was dreaming in order to be with someone I could not be with otherwise. I wish I had more than a few fragments, which I've spread out far enough for silence between them. I woke up before the sun, repeating I dreamed about dreaming until the rhythm beat into my body.

Now, all I have is this magical tool to invert myself.

Blog, how are you doing? I meant to ask--it has been a while.

I am keeping busy. Yesterday I got a flat tire while riding my bike. I called the two nearest bike shops, but they would not take me in. I walked to the train and it rode home. I have to admit, between you and me, blog, it was nutritious. When the bike store opens, I will go and fix my tire.

Blog, my desk is very clean. There are usually sticky notes and corners torn from sheets of paper spewed all over the place.

Blog, I've missed you. You are what leaks from me.