even while driving, I don't just drive on the streets, but on
soft golden clouds that cushion my fantasies...
And the person next to me, becomes a warrior or a lover
in a corner of my little universe made of tiny threads of energy.
And when I get home, I just can't eat without feeling that my body
is devouring a parcel of life's many gifts....
When I go to bed, it is just the same...the dreaming continues in a
lucid and clear way...I float and dance under raindrops that fall on
my astral shoulders made of soft silk like materials that shines
under the light of triangular stars...all this done while my body still
lays in bed...
anjani
Oct. 30 , 2013
