The hippy's imbalance

I came here with the understanding that if I found you in it all that you would not let me down and just leave me in it.
But would rescue me and take me home with you and sit me down and let me know how much you loved me.
Was I wrong?

I ask this a lot these days and around about the third of April I began thinking that maybe I should turn up the heat to see if there was anyone about.

I heard sneezing in the next room; and then a ghost carrying a plate of food ran through where I was and didn’t say a word to me.

Strange, I thought, and put on some music.

The next thing I heard was a scuffling under the stairs that may or may not have been drinking whisky.

Remembering my balloons I pulled them out and blew them all up and let them go.
I got a small cheer for this.

I knew that I had to have a follow-up to this so I grabbed my raincoat and flew out into the rain to surprise the birds and dance about in the garden.

But it must have been winter for there was nothing there but me, and the stars staring back at me.

Enough of the stars and the hippy’s imbalance, how about a little bit of moon-dust to light my way…

I know there are robots out there logging all this into the machine; good luck on that because for sure the ground is what we are invested in and yet the sky is our home.

I pulled off my mask for a moment and breathed higher than I’d ever been before, but I still wasn’t hungry and just had to wonder if I wasn’t just another dancer in the dust blogging my heart out.

If I didn’t come home to myself soon I’d be out of breath with no room for any more intent.

Ah, it doesn’t matter in this dungeon I’ve grown used to.

You cannot expect more from me than this, I said in my cage surrounding me…

Your heart is all I know, said the cage...

Perhaps I will be hungry soon, I replied…

In this dust we breathe certainly for sure until we are no more I wrote until the next page found me far from home in all the troubles that came at me until I was just drowned with them and I had to turn to Jesus or something.

An inclination came to me then that said many things I couldn’t make sense of so I kicked it down the road.

Maybe I’m over-sensitive but I feel I’m haunted by too many ghosts these days to be sure anymore of where I am.

Perhaps I’ll go home soon.

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