Another dream

I keep having this theme appear in my dreams. This time was no different. There is this spot in the center of my torso... just below my ribcage. When I inhale deeply, my body begins to float. At first only a few inches. Within moments I feel the natural sensation of floating and can control where I float in the room. Up and down with my breath. I suppose it is like swimming, only much more effortless. This time was in a dark room with 3 friends. The place was covered in red carpets. I was amazing my companions. Getting too excited seemed to inhibit the control I had on flight. Regardless, I was able to drift here and there. I could actually teach them as I went. Soon... I believe they will learn as well. I feel that in my waking life this ability may come in time. For now I drift amongst the dust balls on the ceiling in my sleep only. One of those lonely places that desires our touch.

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Finally broke through. If I can just write this one song the way it wants to be written, then no time has been wasted. Like a ray of sunshine slapping you in the face.

The Serpent

Repent! Now in the face of the snake. The venom is making me cringe, though the bite is far from my muscle and skin. Inside it dwells, releasing the mystic. The DNA coils around my feet. I can feel its slithery little scales cold upon my legs. Up through the colon and into the gut around the spleens and bloody masses inside the cage and cavern. Bubbles in the blackness, upward rising cancers and mites. Coelenterates war with the organs and these fingers dance around in nervous submission. tick tick tick...

The green sea is lapping up on the shore a mere 100 feet from my door. At night the silence is almost unnerving. There is only an echo of nothing to fill the void. I am in awe of the possibilities. Overwhelmed with options. Major or minor? Major or minor... major or minor...

I drove past the spot where I first ingested mush*rooms and heard the voice as well. Redwood highway... coastal range. I stopped at the old piece of wood that was my altar to the sunset. The same spot I heard the clouds split open and reveal the song of my life. Somehow I expected to hear the voice again. Waiting for the waves to accidentally intentionally break some syllables in my ear... nothing happened. I walked around in circles and admired the memories torn from banister. I realized how special these spots are. The places where people carve their names in wood.

I see ravens on this night
Watch them feed on heaven's blood