Wednesday morning at 5 o’clock, as today began — I brushed away the tinsel of my dreams. I’d just been flying over mountains under angels wings. I heard the voice of God boom a “you’re welcome” as I thanked him for the trip. I’m on my way.
I thought of my parents, and asked the dream guys to take me to Chicago to see what I could find out. Were they okay? I landed in a plaza of dreamers on their way to getting what they want. Were you there too? So many familiar and yet unfamiliar faces. This song swallowed me.
Every trip begins in my mind first. Every dream coated in music. I saw one who could’ve been the mother side of God. She was a shiny black woman draped in baby blue. I raced toward her and fell flat on my face. But, she lifted me, and insisted that I trust. I let go. Into the sunshine.
I’m hugging the world from the tops of the snowy mountains and bathing in the yellow sun. And, I won’t wake up til I’m done.