We do not find pleasure

Seeking it for ourselves.

Pleasure comes when

Seeking it for someone else.



Pleasure is a boomerang.

It must be sent out

In order for it to return.



Each night in sleep we soar to another level,

a higher plane of our being.

We reach a place outside our usual space.

We wonder at what we see and feel and experience.

We seek to control this new and sometimes

threatening environment.

But it defies our efforts at accommodation.

It unfolds to its own script and direction.

We try to shape it to our desires.

It is its own agent.

Our puny attempts to direct its images are of little avail.

Finally, we attempt to understand, and accept.













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