Jun 16, 2021

Dreams. A mouse. A tractor.

In dreams I fly 

above the treetops of a jungle, or sometimes 

above a boulder strewn river that races 

down a mountainside. In these dreams 

it is my inner-strength that lifts me, that holds me 

up. Consider 

that with your morning coffee.


My wife will never catch the mouse that lives under our jasmine. She doesn’t know that I feed him the old birdseed when I refill the bowls for our birds, or that I warn him when she is coming. The jasmine is lovely and smells so nice. We all have to live here.


Sophie Aghajanian - GLASS IMAGE

We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. 

 -E.R. Forster

Step out of the circle of time and into the circle of love. 


I’d say go to hell, but I never want to see you again. 

-Sylvia Plath 



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