what spoke to me most in the days after 9/11/01 was all the stories of the phone calls - in their final moments of life people from the planes and the towers called someone to say i love you
when it all comes down love is what remains

and in the end
the love you make
is equal to the love you take
~george harrison

the air crackles Magic
    i'm living the Dream
god, it's magic

i'm in a fairyland
    with polka dotted mushrooms
and dew drenched flowers

summertime
    funky, fertile
     ready to burst

i felt summer coming
    the rains of winter told me
    she would be hugely pregnant
     breasts heavy with milk

god, she is beautiful
    she glows
   

i was walking a labyrinth because a friend told me it would be a good thing. I had no knowledge of such things - having never heard of a labyrinth until my friend had constructed this huge one in a field.

i walked expecting nothing.

as i traveled the path i felt my own petty, worrisome thoughts fall away and my mind began to clear. my rhythm changed, i began to feel lighter.

as i twisted and turned towards the center i saw a vision of my hand in a fist, fingers upward. approaching the center the fist image began to unfold.

there was a paper in my palm that also was unfolding.

when i reached center the fist and paper were open and on the paper was the word: Love

...like a bird in the sky