You know, at times, there’s this feeling I wind up getting and it usually happens when I look towards the Western horizon that makes my spirit cry for leaving. “Leaving what” you say? Ah but in my thoughts that’s where I’ve seen like billows (or is it rings?) of smoke through a forest and these weird disconnected voices of a bunch of standing folk who I know are watching. That’s what makes me really wonder about it all.

Because these voices in my thoughts whispered that shortly if we all (the lot of us) name the song (of reality, or what–who knows) that the proverbial piper would then lead us to a somewhat frighteningly proper destination: reason. I figure that someday, a new day will dawn for those waiting and standing so long and the forests of tree will echo with their laughing.

Really, its all about that lady I left so long ago. This lady was so very sure that anything that shines and glitters is actually gold: she’s the one that thought she could buy a celestial stairway. “Oh,” I told her “When you get there you’ll know that all the celestial stores are closed for business even though you think that with a word you can buy what came for.I imagine she’s still trying to buy that celestial stairway.