THOUGHTS
December 16, 1970

christmas……….

glaring forgotteness from a purple cloud

The sky broke orange

and revealed the silver blue night. Sin knew sin. Then came the orphans of the norm. Not knowing, only knowing.

IMMEDIATELY FIFTEEN SONS WERE NEVER SEEN, but one bright flare remained
(and still a frozen brook steamed and a flowing stream broke).

Laughingly HE said, “Three and two are one – a childborntoalostworld;” the three following, the two making, the one made.

And then……………….new fallen illusions repeated. HE turned, they turned, we turned……..all sitting in a triangle circle, and still autumn brown looked good.

Echoing it came……..Watch for sky yellow fire…………!!!

It came, and went slowly, crying, broken, lying, lying.

SOMEONE BOUNCED FORWARD!

"BE THE KING, at least for now." And from the reflections of HIS hand a coming came forth.

Christmas
(and still broken blossoms bloomed)

A few fantasies further…………flying truths if any are forgotten. And finally, all this:

Castles of fate crumbled into a crimson cradle and the timeless day knew no one (except the spirit changer).

Relentlessly the sea still wavered; the wind still labored trees and other things.
About three planets back, the brown and yellow and, of course, the black...

NO ONE MOVED – all WATCHED……………

THEN……God told the mirror ladies to laugh and the men that never rested to dance…………and they did!

NEW YEAR’S DAY had come at last.