This place is so alive.

In my sleep, I venture through a mythical, most beautiful place.
A world in which I integrate wisdom through La Que Sabe,
and howl under the stars in the desert with La Loba,
Fertilize minds with La Mariposa, Butterfly Woman,
Cook with Baba Yaga in the forest,
sleep with Skeleton Woman, the lady of Death
and dream peacefully
Bask on the rings of Venus with Aphrodite,
Now doesn't that sound lovely.





There are no decisions for fussin' over. It was decided before me, which direction I would need to go. What I need to do. Where I am supposed to go. Higher. Further and further up. You can't freeze if you don't stop moving.
So move. Keep moving.

Maybe i'll write a book about it someday.