Out the window it went
Well really mostly into my lungs. Something was there and I felt it growing,
So a second light was in order. The heart is making its presence known in deep thuds.
One more last little bump, the fire barely hovering over the leaf and drawing the heat in.
The hallway was the only light in the house, and I walked into it bravely, taking deep breaths and reminding myself that this is my domain.
I play music here. I love my wife here, I sleep and dream here.
The space was prepared with deep breaths and my third eye.
How else would you protect it from evil space deities?
I sit on the couch and take in the surroundings. Yes, my kitchen is still there.
Yes my favorite houseplant is there. Some of the leaves may be withering a bit about the edges,
But I just gave it some fertilizer and water earlier in the week, and for this it thanks me.
Laying back into the soft, not washed quite often enough comforter laid out across the couch, I close my eyes.
First, the man standing alone atop a mountain from the painting from the hallway makes an appearance as a negative image across the black canvas of my closed eyes. He is a ghost returning from 5 minutes before this all started.
Soon he is welcoming me down a tunnel, and into the frame of an elongated rectangle hovering in the void we go, bordered horizontally and vertically with something like barber poles, but if the twirling colors were more like the energy beams from ghostbusters guns.
To stay grounded in their world I had to pull in all the oxygen I could, tell myself that this is the land I was looking for, and slow my racing heart.
Then I meet some flying lizard guy with a spear. I did not catch his name.
I was a little worried for a minute, but he was cool.
He was beginning to welcome me into his world, playing a much too fast slideshow of images in my mind’s eye. But I felt that I had to go for the moment.
Opening my eyes, I came back to my living room. My supercharged bokken was still on the table next to a shallow dish of sea salt and water. Slowly I sat up and breathed, and began to write.
And decided it was time for a mapacho cigar outside.