[click picture]Clear and warm and birds chirping in the moonlight. I played with the bronzes on my makeshift little desk next to the open big picture windows for a couple hours and so I know precisely what I'm talking about. Finally I got in bed, and finished a despicable romance novel that had been laying around. Just appalling. Seriously bad writing, without even any attention to continuity, let alone remotely believable characters. I was driven to finish it in my quest to understand more sentient beings, but nobody said I had to like it.
I turned out the light and closed my eyes. A little hand from inner space was beckoning me there behind them, and then it was another time when it didn't matter that my eyes were closed, I could see the room around me as if they were not. And kaleidoscopes of mandalas overlaid. Soon the sun made up its mind to announce its decision to rise and I was wanting too badly to swim around in the mandalas behind my eyes, float in nirvana, get rest a billion times better than sleep and I do not deserve. Then I fell asleep and dreamed something vitally important, but still can't remember it. I need to do better.
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... a little like the sound....
Have to take up painting to get you the visuals....
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