Retrieval Of Self

"I'll walk the sand-dunes of the moon and pick plums off trees that I imagine and make a desert of my world. Walk with me I'll walk with you. I closed my eyes a few steps back, but where I am deprived of eye sight, I see with my heart and spirit. The light of intution lends itself kindly, helps it see where the world would have it blind. But I see stars, walk under a sky like a dome, like velvet, I see sand tornados under glass. Sea anemonies dancing in sunbeams far under the current in an ocean garden, Dream, float, fly, Stars under glass. Black sky white stars. And right now the "real world" is so so far away."

I wrote that in 2009. I mourn for the way I had the freedom to think.