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School is over in less than two weeks.

I will be leaving Kansas within the next twenty days to return to Los Angeles. I'm quite excited.

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There is a poem that I read by Emily Dickinson that has been resonating with my hot water soul. It's called Wild Nights! Wild Nights!

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.

Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!

I think that the poem may be about sexual desire or possibly religion. But, I've been feeling the poems intimate and eruptive tone within the context of my desires and aspirations to return to the golden west. I relate not so much in the mystical intercourse fashion that the lines suggests, but rather, I feel accord with the words that strike colors of desire and longing for past situations or perhaps future ones. Both real and invented.

I feel the longing of this short poem.

"Futile the winds" (it's so windy here. the air moves over the land in gusts and covers the body with the energy of space the comes from great distances. Or perhaps the winds refer to the emotional flow of the inner being.)

"to a heart in port" ( the heart must follow it's own path. And that journey has no right, nor wrong, but can only be itself with that being if the heart does not walk its own path does the heart lose track. But that is another topic. The heart is a port. The heart has stopped. Where will go, will it leave soon or later or never at all. It is energy without output. the intensity!)

"Done with the compass" (No up nor down. Only its own being can it follow)

"Done with the chart" (no destination in mind that can be followed by maps that already exist)

+-=- The dreams that breath over the heart at sleep expound without a destined location but rather a luminous eruptive energy that will stay forever formless if the soul does not let it's body breath the air of life.

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'I heeeeaar it in the deeeep heeaart's coooore.'



Heaven 17