Friday, November 11, 2011


I saw a great expanse of beauty -
I ran over golden, red, pink, warm grasses and grains on a high hill and leapt into a deep green valley. Branching across the valley ran deep-cut veins of frothing blue water bordered by thick green vegetation. In the distance, I saw misted purple and pink mountains shaded in deep navy. Across the valley to the right, I saw a high cliff covered with blue-green vegetation over which fell a thin, sparkling, white waterfall into a deep circular pool below.
I flew as a bird across this valley through the mist of the waterfall, above the shining blue veins. I was joined by another bird, and we flew in a weaving helix towards the sky. There seemed to be an air current higher up, and as we rode this current, I heard a voice: "You are my inheritance."
Then, I stood as a woman at the edge of the blue-green cliff, looking over the valley, the golden hills, and far off, the mountains, my hair blowing back from by face and off my neck. He stood next to me and said, "Over all this, I want you. You are my inheritance."

Tuesday, November 1, 2011


Waiting for the Medicine to Kick In

My thoughts are
milling around like
passengers waiting
for a train, clutching,
thumbing, absent-
mindedly twirling
their tickets,
picturing their
destinations and -
many other things.