Melt

Hamlet 1903 New York

Saturday night. Wild dreams last night, no earthly translation. Lots of spinning and colors. Tonight I meant to join friends for their annual "Friendsgiving" dinner, but I'm finally getting somewhere with my piece on Edmund Russell and I want to spend time with it. Relax with it. Listen to Coltrane with it. Melt as meaning hits me deeper and deeper.

"The narrow soul is forever on the fence 

in terror of falling. 

The enlightened a fence-jumper."

Are We Becoming Buddhists?

1916

Oh, Edmund. 

Thank you for the light.

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Soundtrack: John Coltrane "A Love Supreme"