Dream 2024.01.23 

(from my journal)

I’m lying on my back, holding a dark brown clay vase against my chest. The vase is solid, I’m pressing and squeezing it in my hands so intensely it folds and buckles and eventually breaks against my heart.

I hear a gentle pop.

I wake up clenching my mala beads entwined through my fingers at my breastbone.

I had fallen asleep chanting to Lakshmi.

Later in the day while walking . . .

Psychic tendrils intertwined over the ebbing and flowing of time . . .

I randomly came across American Sentence 44: Slow Fade Out:

heartbeat shadow rhythm / echo memory / pressed into my dreaming

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January 23, 2024
Hudson Valley, New York