I see things. Out of the corners of my eyes. Bears in the woods. Snakes in the grass. Spiders in my bed. Warnings. They aren’t really there. But, they might be. And that’s the point. Better to see what isn’t there than miss what is.


The dead watch us. They are out there somewhere. They can break through the walls that separate our private lives. Knowing this inhibits me until I realize they don’t care. They have other problems to deal with.


There are bad people. One should be aware. Most are not out to get you. They are busy living. Some you can trust. Others you can’t. You learn from experience. Are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced? Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful.


I do see things. Not impossible things. Ordinary things. Like, for example, at the park, grasses, bushes, trees drink the same water, grow toward the sun; bees, butterflies, birds soar in the same air, are drawn to colors. Over bridge of sighs to rest my eyes in shades of green. I walk under dreaming spires, dance to the tune of a mysterious piper.


Lost, I take a short cut and end up in a maze. Take a lifetime to get free. A life well lived. Sisyphean dreams.


Connections everywhere. The universe as one harmonious whole. Each cell has life. Matter has life. Energy solidified. Energy is eternal delight. The thing about living in the country, you walk outside and life is everywhere. In the city it’s there but harder to see. Without contraries there is no progression.


Scientists have discovered that people can see with their fingertips. It’s rare but it happens. The blind can hear location using echoes. Skin is sensitive to light. Some people can hear with their fingers. It takes practice.


Humans, when cut off from all sensory perception, are plagued by hallucinations, rage, delusions of having two minds or disembodied brains. To hear, see, smell, taste, feel and think—that is why we are here.


No secret force conspires for or against me. No God watches my every move. How I hear, see, smell, taste and feel and what I think about all that creates who I am. I am who I am. A self-organizing system. More than fundamental particles dancing in space. Behind each cause there is still another cause. The end or the beginning of all causes has yet to be found.


If you can just get your mind together then come on across to me. We’ll hold hands an’ then we’ll watch the sun rise from the bottom of the sea. Trumpets and violins, I can hear in the distance. I think they’re calling our names. Maybe now you can’t hear them, but you will if you just take hold of my hand.


I’d like to go there now with you. We’ll touch the sky. Get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun. They all come out to groove about be nice and have fun in the sun. It’s all too beautiful.




(Italicized quotes from Jimi Hendrix, Small Faces, William Blake, Exodus 3)