Avenue to another life
Here's the way I see it.
It won't be the way you see it.
I just said it was going to be how I see.
But since you can see it too, in your way, something
in what waits will overlap. That's what the excitement will be about.
That's what will bring the terrific flame.
When you find the inevitable fold, the hiding twist I can't quite make out, not to worry. Not to worry at all.
Most interesting isn't where we differ.
Most interesting, by far, is where we agree.
I see this.
There is a secret world.
Jac
Temple at Burning Man
Encounter
Drowning dark came pouring in the window.
Uncounted fingers of blurry black slipped over my skin.
They moved to form the grip of an unseen hand shaped only by emptiness that it carried with it.
It brought understanding.
It brought a glimpsing certainty of the uncounted happenings transpiring all across its hidden face.
While the sleeping people let it pass. While those with weaker stomachs waited for day.
I'd never seen night like this. This sinking, this erasing.
I let the window down more.
All the rest of what went on outside it fell into a shrinking tunnel end.
All that motivated my intent an hour ago disappeared.
In this night, new motivation waited for birth.
Such sensation might have caused unbearable surprise, if I wasn't prepared. If I didn't know the experience that can be
shared can also be obliterating, startling beyond any semblance of comprehension.
Shocking in a way I didn't mind at all.
Reflecting the light
