Moon Over Morroco

Jack Flanders. A character in a few of the radio theater shows put out by ZBS Productions. Wonderful³. And one day in Jack's adventures he finds himself standing at a gate. He can barely read what's written on it, but finally makes it out. "Standing in the Shadow of One's Own Light".

Studio today and I'm running between a sense of lost and a feeling of not being able to get out of my way. I think it's doubt. ok. I know it's doubt.

And then trickle trickle trickle something appears in my creative vision and the breathing changes right along with the change in time. It returns to puddle. It makes no difference. It, of course, does not exist and my senses are just fine with it. And whether I am the dream or I am the awake is a question that has no place here but to make me smile.

And then the clock strikes time to go to a work training and I put aside the satori of the moment and pack up. Damn I can't wait to come back tomorrow and be just as lost, or in doubt, or enlightened.

Om Amulet