Am I dreaming?

No, it appears that I’m sitting in Lloyd Coffee Eatery, sipping my flat white and tapping my phone.

Now the voice:

“Write about elevation today.”

“Huh?  No, I have a plan.  I’m writing about a woman I met who wears a hijab.”

“She can wait.  Write about elevation.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’ll figure it out.”

***

Hmm … perhaps this is unfigureoutable, beyond my analyzing mind.  The voice is the big, wide open one – not the whiny fellow.  A voice to trust.

(Sigh)

“There’s no need to sigh.  Have another sip and see what comes.”

“Okay.”

***

Horizon.  Stretching all around, endless.

Above the trees.  Such a view, looking down on all the beings going here and there.

A mountain ridge.  All the sweat to get up here.  All the joy standing amid the clouds and sun.

Around the curve of the Earth.  Beyond the physical vision, into the living rooms of people far, far away.

Looking up.  Seeing the stars twinkle, the galaxies flow.

The eyes of human beings.  Not their ears or chins.

Air under the feet.  And the whole body dances.

***

I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the sky
Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies

“Loving Her Was Easier”

Kris Kristofferson