The Pause That Refreshes
I had a dream that I found … a little area of …
solace
in a tree.
The limbs had grown into a hand like structure but all the finger tips would have been touching… almost like a chef’s kiss hand.
I climbed into the palm area and had a beautiful view of the landscape around me.
There were more trees, a beautiful blue sky, water and I seemed to be elevated above it all.
I remember feeling like I was waiting for a trip to start but in the midst of my waiting, I realized it already had.
There were little tiny bugs that would bite me occasionally but I understood that’s what came along with being in the tree… it was their home first.
The tree then began to carry me away like a gondola.
A trip within the trip.
June 11th.
Eight of cups.
Waning crescent in Aries.
At Cosmic drinking a Mexican coke.
This begins to feel like some sort of reset.
Will treat it as such.
I’m not bound to anything.
Other than a hatred of flat Coca-Cola.
This one isn’t.
I’m getting rained on just a bit as the train passes but I’m going to get into my groove here.
I’ve been sober for a month.
I sit here.
Staring at the city.
I can do whatever I want.
If I want it to rain, it will rain.
If I want the sun to shine, the sun will shine.
I am a dreamy ass Pisces but not so dreamy that I don’t see the power that I yield and how I’m able to bend reality to my will.
Just a little bit of effort, some attention and then it’s all underway.
I have no need to appeal to anyone else’s desires or standards.
No reason for me to succumb to their doubts, any limitations they set.
I’m beyond these things.
I’m without doubt in myself.
I know all what needs to be done.
I’ve done it.
The world is built.
I know its layout.
I have the thread.
Around the world in 80 days.
I got 10th place at Driveway tonight.
I can win.
I can win often.
I can just keep winning.
I’m going to keep getting stronger and keep winning.
I’m standing outside of Cosmic waiting for Delta and the girls to pick me up.
A gentleman walks by adorned with Mesoamerican jewelry in modern sense.
Septum piercing and the like…
I nod and say good morning as he walks by.
He nods back and goes to continue on his way but stops abruptly in his tracks.
He doubles back as he pulls his headphones off...
“Man… you kinda look like Gandhi.”
I laugh.
“Anybody ever tell you that?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m Orlando.”
“I’m Bakkar.”
“Take care man.”
“You too.”
Delta pulls up a moment later.
The girls yell “We’re listening to the Gorillaz!” as I get in the car.
I listen and hear the ravanahatha as The Mountain plays...