Rohr’s Rem

the rem train came through at half past 1 last night, painting the inside of my eyelids with half baked images and metaphors that hinted at but never quite showed the grand vision behind it all

jackals, cartoon characters and atonal notes spilled from the carriages, riding pieces of sentences through
connectome neighborhoods, finally acceeding to the Conductor to slow down and settle down to the

places between (slower)
places between (slower)
places between

...

this is where Secrets and Sources court;
where fantastic manuscripts unfurl into the deeper spots,
ignoring theories of hemishperes and executive function and language centers
in their unceasing homage to Amygdala's children

and THIS is when the the train's whistle was heard in the deep spots again:
100 minutes, minus one.
time just enough for Love to usher the children home,
cartwheel back up through the neighborhoods to the eyelids
and feed me Richard Rohr's perfect message for the day:

It all starts with Yes.