Photograph by James Callis
I woke in a dream floating on a cloud.
The sky was purple and pink ribboned wrapping paper.
The grass was mossy green soft.
The often unnoticed dandelions looked furry and friendly as spoke the thickets.
Then the crickets made comments about clouds were apples, chirps of pick it!
I wasn’t even thinking a thought of you.
I heard canvas in the wind and saw an indigo sail.
(like those boats of yours, said Neruda)
The ship of the third eye’s guidance system began spiraling in artful wind.
My right ear popped as it hit my waves.
I don’t know how I did not know it was you.
But my unmind could not see true.
I lingered on your clouded sky, laying on the grassy ground
and regretfully blew my mind away.
The next day crickets projected an eye into clouds,
carrying a unhappy mad smile.
The love pirate was back, ever transforming my mind into a shape shifting
presence trying to get in.
Into what? I wondered.
Into my thoughts, he thundered.
Breath so intense, I impulsively blew myself away,
once more.
I unknew however that if I have been found by something with no words,
why not allow it to see me?
Maybe his vessel is stranded?
Perhaps transmitting from heavens disguised in crimson?
My heart, not my mind, could read the timeless…in parchment…in parallel?
So, you sail in and out?
(Why is it you never shout?)
Practically speaking, I ask God to explain.
How was I born on these linear clouds, while also being our rooted tree.
Why do I dream? if outside reality is well, reality.
Would you suggest I go? back down? to the ball of …chaos?
……………….a long time went by………………………….
It became quite cold upthere/downhere.
As the star show started, sponsored by no, one…
For an ancient audience of two or three, previewed the story in an unnew game.
Could be a retro opera house, could be lite-bright.
No….it’s connect the dots with stars by Hasbro,
in collaboration with Nasa’s sky toy program.
It spoke, in twinkly fashion a flashing riddle I can’t understand.
“I know that…” I thought to I am.
Why? is the question? answer if you can.
A projection popped into my googled thoughts.
See! I said to Krishna.
His blue boat keeps washing up on to shores of clouds.
“They do belong to him,” He didn’t say outloud.
I blushed.
(In baby voice)
I’m sorry, but a muse…”Whatever does this he want?”
no reply.
“Whatever shall I do?”
I sighed.
And God said….
“Uh, I sort of accidentally gave him your quantum mobile number.”
A sudden smiling on my own lips a cheeky you know you can’t resist me crooked smile that I was not making. I pushed it away with a frown.
“I’ve heard that joke so much before, it’s become a bore.”
Smiled God in a tempting open handed, unsharing, teasing fruit fashion.
Strawberries or peaches?
Scars and leaches?
God was confuddled. “I’m texting Jesus.”
upon which he received a lite speed reply.
Go ahead, see if I care. Your just trying to make me crazy.
God was actually staring at his phone.
“STOP MESSING AROUND WITH HER heart FATHER…..
by the way, this weeds dank!”
J.C.
Wondering what Jesus spoke, God’s voice left me broke.
“You had no right to give my entanglements my digits. I don’t even know him.” in thought
“Oh yes you do” (God coughed)
“I thought you liked the other one?” he said.
“You mean the one with the bass in his throat? No 20 years my heart bleed such a Once upon an entangled dream ship time ago!
I let go.
You told me so.
This ? is something completely differently, you know!”
Do I?
I do.
That’s not an answer! he bellowed.
I wasn’t talking to you fella.
Well, then, like your made of jello.
That didn’t even rhyme.
I didn’t have the time.
At least his songs rhymed.
The sailor’s presents aren’t in dreams, it’s on the outside of sleep, inside on the outside.
He coughed, “uh, what were we talking about?
I exhaled with discretion to the supreme being…and floated away again.
Presently, space trash fell from the Universe next to me on my soon to be forgotten cloud.
It was my worn blue kOkOpelli diary with a psychedelic post it note on front from G.
Please refer 2 page 118 1/2 in journal dated in some untime in 1995 in average penmanship…
Some blah, blah date:
Dear God,
God Create The Perfect Man For Me
..not a perfect person,
a perfect soul.
blah, blah blah about thirty times.
“Fine, but I was ignorant then.!”
I’ll breath out hard and do it, but I know this is still a joke.”
We didn’t stare at each other for a long time.
So I tried on omnipotence and created my star pencil and simply dotted..
Sorry sir, your…..
‘thoughts too big for my size.’
signed me.
He lite brited back.
“That’s also not funny at all. That’s just dumb. I’m calling your Son!”
“You don’t have his number.” he tested.
“Ha! He carried me on the beach last week and I guessed it.”
Without a tear God said,
“What happened to the man whose chest you laid your head?
You gave him to someone more deserving and that’s unworthy!
“So he’s only 3Dish?”
No you want me to be narcissistic even. That’s how it appears to me in heaven.
Then maybe you need to turn it up to 11?
“That dimension is special access pass, I don’t have clearance past seven.”
Would you be happy just being here?
Sure, the Dali Lama is just here.
and yes, my not secret love is always near. Space never changes with a bang.
Then my un used cosmic phone rang!
God and I shared long curious sshhhing glances.
I mouthed, should I chance it and answer it?
Who is it!?
He said with his eye.
I held up a flip charted sky for God to spy…
(is what I didn’t say in my childlike No Code unvoice so my psychiatrists won’t understandkindaway)
“Don’t let him go!”
“Oh no, if it’s that typewriter from another dimension, absolutely know!”
…so the phone kept ringing and we basically just sat there for an eternity.
Fine.
I answered it.
Basically what transpired was a one way conversation God could not understand.
Me:
I think you have the wrong number.
Me:
How do I pronounce it? That’s a lark, you made it up?
Me:
Yea, right.
Me:
I was wrong
Me:
I was tired of acting.
Me:
(smiling)
God:
(irratated)
Me:
(crying)
God:
(tries to put his ear to the phone)
Me:
Stop it!
Me:
No, sorry not you. Just this guy.
Me:
No I’m alone.
Me:
It’s ok.
Me:
Please you must not explain. I already know this and to hear it spoken is redundantly painful.
Me:
It’s not what I think? Now that’s funny.
Me;
I’m patient enough for numerous lifetimes.
Me:
I promise I won’t sell it on ebay.
Sign it,
Downloaded
Me:
You know it’s unconditional.
Me:
I love you more.
Me:
Then I shall await your post.
Me:
……………………………………………..
God desperate for gossip bribed me, again…with a juicy red strawberry, the kind from an English garden.
No bribes. I’m not talking. I pardoned.
‘Accept my apologizes. I’ve used that one before too haven’t I?”
And you gave me peaches.
You love peaches.
But Santa said I could have strawberries.
Want to taste it, it’s really red and sweet?
Your very wicked you are.
You’re not falling for it this time are you?
I want to, but am afraid of love. Now give me your car keys. I need to get off this cloud.
You going fishing?
Yes, and this time I am the bate. If nothing bites, then no need for band aids.
” I owe you one. ” he kinda promised as he left to be I am and get a new phone.
Thinking I was safely on the other side…
…..A shooting star flirted by simultaneously as my second heart beat butterfly like madly.
I’m not so sure that tiny star had landed in my pocket gladly.
But the delivery was brilliant!
I reached inside and found some thing round and hot with speed.
To my surprise, it was a mustard seed.
I expected the package to be flat but I got a sphere.
*hmmmm, I wonder whats on the food network?
(sound of fridge humming…wondering if I need to eat. Wondering if being with baby all night made my creativity go sky high, reconsidering that theory and estimating the practical reason for the inability to stop editing and adding to a post, is actually a gift of three years of celibacy from innocent love. So, that’s an upside I would think…hmmm food)
A feeling comes on, like the lifted Lorax and my ear pops and someone just rings my psychic door at 2am. I answer it here.
Me:
Oh God, what are you doing now?
?
You just want chocolate.
Me:
That’s your fault.
?
So that was quite a creative rush for you?
Me:
Need we speak in such common echos?
?
If not on paper, where?
Me:
In here.
?
What good would that do?
Me:
Keep me from being under another public humiliation spell of obsessed love.
?
Too late.
Me:
Precisely.
?
Just go with it.
Me:
It’s not it, it’s with you. You could be anyone? You could be, uh, a I don’t know what? A chip in my head or the ghost of Winnie The Pooh, the original, not the remakes…
?
I don’t want to be a cosmic leech.
Me:
I was just about to say that. Stop thinking my thoughts.
?
You can’t hurt me by imagining me?
Has it ever occurred to you that I’m am only in your head?
Me:
Uh, yeah.
?
Why take fear when you can choose love?
It could be something interesting for the both of us.
(covering my ears)
lalalalalalal I’m not listening, that’s coveting, lalalalal
?
Please, choose love. Please.
Me:
No
?
Please my lady, tell me why?
Me:
“Criticize things you don’t know about.”
-Steve Martin
?
You don’t trust me?
Me:
Your only a character in a show.
?
I’m just a strawberry growing out of a cloud.
I’m an angel that just wears my face so you will notice?
Me:
What? I don’t have time for this.
?
What if I said, I simply need you to trust me and that I simply need you more than you need me.
Me:
……………………………………………………..
I am a narcissist. I’m sorry.
but I think your transmitter needs to be turned up to 11 because I have no idea what to do with this sunflower seed or what you are trying to say.
?
It was a mustard seed darling.
Me:
Sorry, God and I shared a bong.
?
I was watching.
Me:
I could tell you wanted to break in a few times, but I can’t talk to you on the phone and in waves in my ears at the same time.
?
Your perfect just the way you are.
Me:
That’s why I fell in love with you, and the crying, the crying did it. It’s all your fault.
?
I didn’t do anything.
Me:
I know you didn’t, and that’s why you are wonderful just the way you are.
?
Stop listening to him.
Me:
Jealous?
?
No, but he is charming and you are the female him.
Me:
He’s my Daddy.
?
And your tormentor and has not allowed me in now.
Me:
At least he spoke to me in person. And watched over me.
?
And I have not?
Me:
No, you have, but not in the physical.
?
Did you sleep with him?
Me:
You know me well enough to ask me that.
?
I think I do.
Me:
And that’s another thing. He never crossed that line.
?
I bet to differ madame. I am sure you remember these days.
Me:
We were always wearing suits. He never touched me.
?
But you took him there.
Me:
Where?
?
Me:
Where did I meet you?
?
Turn off his music and I’ll tell you.
Me:
Fine.
?
Me:
You won’t ever not let me win will you?
?
That’s how I am on this side of the hole.
Me:
So, you are not jealous of him as you are much further out and such speeds of distance and unknown love boggles my mind. I never really had this on my list.
?
(giggle)
Me:
I love that. It’s like you laugh totally unprepared. It’s just me that’s here on the wrong dimension.
?
………………………………………
Me:
I love ……………………….that the most.
Me:
Where’s this going?
?
Me:
You could say I’m in need of a Doctor.
You make me quite hysterical.
?
Soon, very soon.
Me:
I’ll hold my breath.
?
You know, it’s bigger on the inside.
Me:
Sir, that’s quite impertinent, and it is this very uneasy feeling you evoke in me that has to stop.
?
Just one more episode?
Me:
Ok, but no strings attached cuddling. Promise?
?
I guarantee it.
Me:
Waaaaaa.
?
Strike that, reverse it.
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