We walked along the riverside, our long gowns trailing in the white grass. Up ahead a small blanket emerged from the water. Captured in its own warmth, red, dried herself off with herself. Presenting her corners stiff, protected, and yet, inside, pleading, she, the blanket, the little she, shyly bowed. We did bow in return. We bowed lower than the blanket. She wrapped herself around herself for she fell in love with her color, her color red. And we did, too. And we both reclined in the sun, feeling the deep warmth of white light. How gracious of the sun to share with us, with us and the encircling crystalline stained glass chrysanthemums.
Reborn on 09.09.09. Hello, this is Earl Kayman Naga. And so are you. We get to touch. Sorry we’ve been away for so long. Great to be back. Love being here. We reawaken our sleeping dreams. Lovely time in our editable memes. We are the multi-cellular organism and the ancient cosmic stardust and the animal symbiotic with plants and the worlds citizen and the mote of dust and the Universe. The day dream and night dream believer. Born in an ancient river far, far before the word river, in what is now known as Gorge Us, but what was then not known, Earl Kayman Naga is happy to be known again and again.