My Goddess Loves Her Baby
Blue skies abounded. It was sunny and bright. It was refreshing. A snowflake visited me. There were tiny little ones drifting occasionally. In the cold wind, I could see my breath. Shadows were long. They were slanted at 7 o’clock. It was 11:37. With Anna, I am in love. A lithe dark bird with long wings like a boomerang came over the trees. In the distance, pigeons careened directly above the EMSB. One tree had many attached leaves. They rustled in the cool breeze. Sunlight shone on the white desert landscape below me. I was miles above it all looking down. The icewater sheet was the shoreline, with gravel as clusters of islands. The grey sheet spread out like the sea. It became a terrain of snowy mountain peaks, with large human-sized footprints beside it, leading to my red chair. Blue skies were sharp and clear on the western horizon. Fleecy clouds made a chain link. The procession of irregular shaped clouds trailed toward the southeast, to the harbour by the CBC, where my heartthrob Anna would be. The clouds vanished without a trace before her mountain of love. I’m in love with Anna in this.
It was my first mountain view for December, and with it, I’m in love. I relaxed in the sun for a short time, while my son played Simpsons Hit & Run. I told him last night his T-shirt fit the dreamcards -the skull and crossbones and the like. It was then that Tristan changed levels, and the game turned to Halloween mode. There were skeletons, aliens and ghosts. It was cool in the air and I was calm. Contrast was sharp and clear. There were no crows today. There was freshly fallen snow on the ground. Light and fluffy it was. It did not stick. On the roof on the corner beside me, it rippeld like foam. I’m in love with Anna in this. My God loves her baby. My star loves her priestess. My purple loves her flower. My sacred figures love her soul. My skeleton loves her dance. My remedy loves her Chi. My worship loves her truth. My ground loves her illumination. My cathedral loves her altar. My pure loves her primary. My focus loves her epicenter. My dream lasting loves her renewal. My joy loves her value. My compass loves her medicine wheel. My meditator loves her diamond heart. I love her lunar black bible verse in my Egyptian box “I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture.” John 10:9. I love Anna Dirksen.