zip a dee doo dah

this is just to say

that i woke up this morning with

dreams still as fresh as the bed and covers in the

day of what

i think of as life.

the dreams and new day swirled together in the morning light

in unexplainable ways.

i remember the

inexplicable dream that showed me in postage stamp

pictures the coming words of my friend

and I read them in my sleep.

the winks that overlap these days

are such a tender hug.  they say:

yes, you are connected to the flow of all.

yes, you have knowledge of whatever you would like.

and while that sounds grand –  for me it is subtle.

is it this way for you too?

a breeze, not a storm

a hug, not a thrashing.

it has always been here, this internal plug-in

and tuning back into it –

turning back into it –

is so familiar: it is pajamas, blankets,

tea with cream,

just a part that has always been there below the

crashy noise of life –

below the roar of  the maladjusted voice within the head

of worry, worthiness

fear.

-the soft kitten of me that is connected to larger me – connected to everything –

never left.

it does not throw a party, but rather smiles, scootches over on the couch

and accepts me in gentle return.

it doesn’t matter that i don’t know many things

because

i have access to everything i could ever want or need

from this place.

there are whole histories of lives –

whole cities of experiences – stored in a river

that i am a part of and dip into at will.

the trees and birds and light in the foothills of the appalachian mountains

offer me again a glimpse of a larger world than my flat-landed,  little corner.

i am beckoned into the woods here –

As I enter, without thoughts of I,

the life around me recognizes me as one of its own.

the wild is the same

as me.

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