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[sid] => 127652
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Gorilla My Dreams
[time] => 2006-10-31 11:48:12
[hometext] => Trick or Treat?
[bodytext] => Half- awake dreaming, shifting, scrambling to scale a sheer incline, a woman leads then disappears over the top of the ledge. At first I was daunted, the effect of climbing felt like wading through honey but a renewed effort to throw leg over, scramble in order to stand. Now upon a long flat plateau where a garden has been established with an intimate café. My sight is blurred from sweat or half aware focus, I sought the woman who led me here. She had taken a seat at a table and began to draw on parchment with what looked like sticks of coal. I strained to catch her attention moving toward her very slowly and tired shifting to notice all around are giant mountain idols. I could make out their forms some resembled faces I knew so familiar and yet it hit me, these were the faces of the Gods. There were many some I did not recognize There was Buddha in several forms such as the laughing big bellied Buddha holding up the world. There was Moses with the Ten Commandments. In front Jesus on the cross, Mother Mary glowing Holy Infant, Zeus and Neptune, Shiva and Ganesha, Isis and Horus as I looked around I noticed many others with people sitting in this Garden of repose. Some are drawing, writing, singing, still others just juggled. I too had pad, pen and a table reserved. I waved to the leading lady in gratitude. I picked up the quill and looked up feeling the muse come to my hearts lips when startled the statues were moving. There was a subtle glow as the sun set a warmth from the eyes. I keen in a rush to jot in fleeting glances it was clear they are interacting out of phase at different speeds. Seconds become an eternity as I began to hear their whispers, my eyes flutter open, through the earths crust and tears to gorilla punch my chest, bellow and grunt upon this page, the missing feeling supplied, through the faith of another's sight as an atheists prayer from the trenches of life. AJPIII
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