Pushing the door open a little, I could see a figure lying in the bed parallel to me, covered by a thin blanket.

Him. Long, rectangular shafts of sunlight draped over his body.

“Are you sleeping?” I whispered across the room to him.

“I just woke up from one of those dreams that break your heart when you realize it wasn't real.” He turned over and stared at me, harsh light casting long, spider leg shadows beneath his eyes.

I stared at him for a moment, taking in his sorrowful expression. “It’s all real,” I told him. “This is a multidimensional place. Your dream is a real experience somewhere, I’m sure of it.”

This seemed to comfort him. He closed his eyes and nestled deeper into his pillow. “But I want it now,” he said.

I watched the dust glitter in the light and spiral silently, ethereally down towards him.

“Most people just aren’t ready yet,” he said quietly, eyes piercing.

I held his gaze for a few seconds, then dropped it to the spoon resting on the saucer. Its stem curled into an intricate spiral, like a fiddlehead.

I propped my chin on my hand and leaned slightly to the left, looking out the window.

“Maybe I’m not either… I don't even know what I’m looking for anymore. It’s like the vision gets cloudy, you know? Is familiarity the reason we long for a past that we remember to have been better than it actually was?”

He didn’t say anything for some time, his chest rising and falling with deep, deliberate breaths. Twirling his black ballpoint pen in his long fingers, he looked at me and said slowly, “You’re allowed to take as much time as you need.”

Murky waters

A brilliant penny

Frozen lakes and rivers

A turtlenecked creature

Unmistakably beautiful

Slender fingers and

Deeply unsettling hickory
and street horn ablaze

I
play
with
words.

Pine needles seem to whisper things to one another.

A cherished moment

The dying winter

Light and the inochi, souls that go to tempered heavens

A spirit realm connected

A beautiful aura

A brightness of light emanating from
the chosen one

A blast of ethereality
In essence, a token of goodwill

When did the plants reawaken?

An awkwardly hung ear of buttercorn,
looking like a cashew fruit

Tough skin reveals a slender figure.

What was meant to be shared

Here we are, an oak field in the setting sun.

The great path

Leave behind those techniques which will
gently be overcome and redesigned.

You are essentially becoming an experience,
a catalyst for another soul's growth,
though you have not yet finished yours.

But why do we need to come here as babies
instead of just start out as adults?

In order to be placed into the earth plane,
you must enter a seed which inevitably must grow.

It is only from this early stage that one may enter.

Is it because a grown body's consciousness
would be too hard to penetrate?
I mean, why can't we just keep full grown avatars that never die?

An expendable future

So many breaths, caught up in the mystery.

Stop cleaning up around me
I cannot and I do not

I’ll sleep with her if you want me to
Me and fluid and machine
I’m not laughing aloud
Nina Nina Nina
Coming in but a lot of the same name
And madly

There’s a lot I can’t like
But I’ll have a better imagination window tomorrow
The ceiling flan blades tangle
And I am on a wave of symmetry
We are We are We are

Rebalancing Las Vegas
It’s a development from another evolutionist
And it’s currently alive
I’ll check back later to see if I
still love you

You visited the portable stage
How was the weather in Cancun?
Counterarguments with the same hundred girls

I noticed it anyway
I’m heading home with indebtedness
So therefore
You should at least punch me a call
I realized yesterday that
The public does not exist physically
It’s located within

Also we are photogrammetry
And strategically significant
As microbes
I’m talking in the studio
Mainly to become desensitized

Did you get that disability from extreme passion?
Or did you get that dispassion from extreme ability?
Thank you, Thank you
You’re stuck behind me now
This is another sentence and if you like anything in particular
You need me

This evening I think you actually got my hopes up
When you said everything was up and running
When I supposed what you ultimately wanted was
Everything

Did I have this “Everything” to give?

To hear you slurping everything from suspension
I think the craziest messages just talk

The early morning sun filters through the lace of the curtains,
to form delicate patterns on dewy skin
 
I watch you, taciturn, take the tessellations
and convert them into mathematics
so that we can enjoy them later as music:
light, tangible form.
 
Exactly twelve hours later, you point out to me
the star that we came from:
a pinhole light
in the soft velvet, overhead abyss.
 
'Why can't we remember anything?' I ask,
and you just smile.
I pause to give a glance fleeting
to see you look up through wet lashes
And when your dark eyes lock on mine
All I see are windows

A trifecta of sounds

An ancient ocean

I don’t know who to speak to anymore,
but to a supposed internal being,
much more advanced,
or so I hope.

I long for days gone by and
for lemon trees in my backyard—
trees I never had while growing.

I feel.
I feel much too much, but there is
a beauty in the suffering,
a plain, openness that is inviting.

I speak to fill the spaces in my mind,
gaps which weathered time and
seashells.

Hope frantically obeys,
beckons at your call,
inches forward on a fast-moving planet
with glaciers and galaxies to call home.

Home…a funny concept.

We are all home here,
in this infinite cloth into which we are woven,
threads like stories and eras and creatures.

To blend in is a must, at first, at least.

I possess no hidden talents, yet many that they speak of.

My forehead tingles ever so casually, a signal
that I have tuned in at last.

They have been waiting for me, and I, them.

I pause, ever so delicately,
avoiding damage to the transmission.

I am loved, as are you, and
we are all sharing the same story.

Sometimes, moments of clarity
knock me off my feet,
and at other times I am drowning,
but I know how to swim.

I have been here before, as have you.

It’s so mysterious, and so big, and so…


Tenderness
Relaxation
and Forgiveness:
the key words of this lesson, this module.


I long for the space station I may have once belonged to.

There were more plants back then.

A messenger goes and snatches away
the last missing truth.

It is found in a peach pit, juicy and glistening.

The secret was inside of us all along.

The answers and the questions, too.

The balance was all there to begin with.

The truths, or truth, as we are not taught.

Two trillion years later, a blink of an eye,
if you can imagine it,
you are sitting in your aqua-garden
and floating water letters to the staff at sea—
the galactic sea, that is.

Suspended above asteroids and seaweed,
you cling to what you had lost many eons ago:
your humanity.

You have evolved into something greater,
but what you can recall of the collective human consciousness
is so stunningly beautiful,
that it temporarily blinds your inner eye.

Tears stream down your mental body.

It is so great to be here again,
connected to the past self who wrote you a letter.

An oasis awaits you.