BluestoneReview

Lost in it Again By Ray Whitaker The explorers are in the deep jungle someplace like northern Brazil or even in, perhaps, a place like the Congo the verdant jungle almost swallowing their very breath, silencing their footfalls. Boots on, high up the calf necessary this protection from snakes and aggressive vegetation with cutting edges finally a natural clearing ahead… there a partially covered tall stone shrine a woman and a man carved into its wide panel entangled with each other legs spread, and together arms with hands held tightly consenting smiles, the eyes of both having stared at the other for maybe a thousand years their love act forever emboldened for all to see, again and again. I am the explorer, having chanced on this shrine felt lucky to have done so, yet asking why would I want to ever again (as if there was a choice!) give my heart away anon on the chance occurrence (of such anguish) or the exquisite pain of loss (or rejection) then remembering that profound occurrence of consummate joy. We Believe By Ray Whitaker

Holding a book of dream interpretations evoking awakening often with questions it has promises to reveal all the answers from my sleep state, unconscious tho it may be. Like the unstoppable river

flowing into the sea without resistance the dreams continue. We don’t know them

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