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I had a dream about you. Again. In fact Ive had so many dreams about you that I can almost feel your skin under my fingertips and your breath every time we kiss. This time when you pulled me closer even though I couldnt see you I knew it was you. Ive heard your footsteps and recognized them instantly. Id recognize them anywhere among many others. The way I yearn for you you are always expected. And now I expect you to do just that. Kiss me. This time I am asking for it because I need to make sure I am awake.

I paid the taxi driver got out with my suitcase surveyed my surroundings and just as I was turning to ask the driver something or get back into the taxi and return forthwith to Chilln and then to Santiago it sped off without warning as if the somewhat ominous solitude of the place had unleashed atavistic fears in the drivers mind. For a moment I too was afraid. I must have been a sorry sight standing there helplessly with my suitcase from the seminary holding a copy of Farewells Anthology in one hand. Some birds flew out from behind a clump of trees. They seemed to be screaming the name of that forsaken village Querqun but they also seemed to be enquiring who quin quin quin. I said a hasty prayer and headed for a wooden bench there to recover a composure more in keeping with what I was or what at the time I considered myself to be. Our Lady do not abandon your servant I murmured while the black birds about twenty-five centimetres in length cried quin quin quin. Our Lady of Lourdes do not abandon your poor priest I murmured while other birds about ten centimetres long brown in colour or brownish rather with white breasts called out but not as loudly quin quin quin Our Lady of Suffering Our Lady of Insight Our Lady of Poetry do not leave your devoted subject at the mercy of the elements I murmured while several tiny birds magenta black fuchsia yellow and blue in colour wailed quin quin quin at which point a cold wind sprang up suddenly chilling me to the bone.

God will cause you to prosper even when man says you wont.

I had a dream about you last week. It was October 31 2002 and we met at a Halloween party. You came dressed as yourself I knew youve been hiding your true self all this time.

I had a dream about you. We were comparing scars. All of yours were on your body while all of my scars were on the bodies of people Ive known throughout my life. Its true Im unscathed which is also why Im alone.

I think about this not like someone thinking but like someone breathingAnd I look at flowers and I smile...I dont know if they understand meOr if I understand themBut I know the truth is in them and in meAnd in our common divinityOf letting ourselves go and live on the EarthAnd carrying us in our arms through the contented SeasonsAnd letting the wind sing us to sleepAnd not have dreams in our sleep.

I had a dream about you last night for the millionth time We did what we always do in my dreams. We talked but we never made out. How come I still dream about you if we never freaking make out

I had a dream about you. I licked your cone of ice cream. It was envelope flavored.

When confronted with suffering that wont go away or with even a minor problem we instinctively focus on what is missing...not on the Masters hand. Often when you think everything has gone wrong its just that youre in the middle of a story. If you watch the stories God is weaving in your life you... will begin to see the patterns. Youll become a poet sensitive to your Fathers voice.