Most Amazing Night Dream Ever (Afterlife Included)
inverted translucent imagery of sprawling ... mysterious ... habitat networks ... dense ...
gnarled mycelial mats ... spreading ... honey-gold and tan fruiting bodies ... hidden
underground and over sky clouds rhizomorphs ... weaving among roots ... haunting ...
mythic sense ... with hints of renewal blends ... surreal vibe ... evocative slow moving
dream made of glimmering parchment strands ... not solid grounds twist ... billow ... fold
upon themselves in tangled coils that are marbled with smoky grays ... dusk browns ...
spectral blues ... as if shadow and memory are woven through their relaxed nerve fibers ...
here and there ... rise the fruiting bodies as clusters of thin tawny luminescent roots
weaving through detritus ... many of them open ... delicate umbrella-like ... many others
are curled ... shyly pressing against dark loam portions of the vision ... flexible stems
curve ... bending toward unseen wet sources ... gills veiled in a foggy halo ... dreamtime
observer ... look deeper ... the thirty or so cubic mile organism doesn’t end at the inland
island’s edge ... instead ... it pushes upward ... looping around stone artifacts and
unknown inverted nails clinging ... clawing upward toward the sky clouds and heaven ...
where everyone would expect only clouds ... there are warm black-and-nectar gold
rhizomorphs ... cords of tissue ... arching ... connecting climate warming roots system to
wind chilled roots system ... occasionally vanishing into a vast mist ... trailing off into a
wondrous and tragic firmament ... ether ... vast high infinite sky field ... azure realm ...
light’s vault ... upper hush eyelid underbelly ... one ginormous organism ... dreaming itself
in cycles ... glimpses ancient bones cocooned in reminders ... death here is never the end
of anything ... only a magnificent transformation ... through all of this ... there are appearing
hints of bright shoots gleaming ... gloaming composed curls revealing thriving seeds ... in
the haze and trading spots ... mycelium seems to miraculously flow in all directions ...
blurring all boundaries ... sharply tracing every hidden path of nutrients ... mapping out
minutes to an hour of difficult human history ... awe networks below or above everywhere
all at once ... alive ... patient ... surrounded by nature's healing ways ... a world inverted ... a
habitat where what is usually beneath your feet now pulses overhead ... silky shadows ...
memory spun in relaxed spirals ... we wander slowly ... as if inside an ephemeral
reformation passing ... slender delicate caps ... veined and trembling in a gentle draft ... old
secrets ... stems of torched arches ... pockets shrouded in a diaphanous mist and glow ...
that comes from within ... pause ... look close again ... notice how fine roots wind through
stitched corners ... tangible true physical mystery ... this does not stop at any inland
island’s edge ... it surges upward ... clutching at a jutting surprise ... determined to climb
up into some kind of afterlife ... to everything being and thing chilling by haunted bridges ...
dissolve for a day ... carry hope next to cracks of white hot light ... holy and or sacred
water ... longing and loss ... not forgetting nature’s quiet remedy for deep sorrow and
sadness ... every ending will continue to be wonderfully woven into each and every next
new beginning ... imagine a world gently turned upside down ... where what once lay below
now floats above ... as new flesh ... ribbons hum ... relaxed ... as if all of life and time is
soft ... unending ... moving ever upward ... undaunted ... knotted with warm braids trailing
off into a current . death here is never the end of anything ... every ending is a change ...
food for new gloom ... composing a hymn of timeless sweet and lovely existence ...
astonishing radiant dance ... with new light ... always nesting close to absent forever
guilt ... no punishment of any type whatsoever here ... just togetherness and assurance
that every sorrow is composted ... every sadness seeds the next rise and set ... dissolve
here in this awe-filled gentle and intuitive network ... and so ... birth is everywhere ...
existence is pleasurable and fragile ... death is only a portal ... soft threshold ... the afterlife
spaciousness ... places for healing ... where spores of souls whisper a story of us all ...
together ... endlessly renewed ... imagine a spacious place veined with scripts written by
the dead and dreamers a continuum ... a floating and drifting onward ... heaven ... we
believe ... is not always a singular place ... it is also a change in perspective ... luminous
beyond ... where every ... spirit ... soul ... angel ... ancestor ... saint ... luminary ...
resonant ... ascendant ... is a new form of connection ... heaven ... a place where what
once pressed downward in gravity rises very slowly radiant with light ... to remember more
fully ... in this afterlife ... we will not be alone ... all is met by another ... heaven is where
names and dreams are softly gathered and sung as lullabies ... until then we mortals walk
through fields where sky and soil exchange places ... where there are no gates ... only
thresholds of kindness ... footpaths of laughter ... rivers of forgiveness flowing through
gardens ... the plants and soil never forget you ... even if you have forgotten everything
about yourself ... on the other side ... afterlife is a wonderful renewal of touching stories ...
where regrets become meditative whimsical music ... a sanctuary of mistakes made
become guides ... where every secret hope you carried becomes only visible to those
loving all that cannot be possessed ... we then glimpse ancestors resting ... their
laughter ... their blessings ... their presence ... sitting quietly ... filled with lightness of
belonging ... heaven is a cycle of hold and release ... of returning ... again and again ... to
the places that most need love ... heaven always was and forever will be a promise
