Invisible Number (untitled #2)

Sa entered a room he had been in before. In a house where he had visited in the winter.

It was no longer winter. Sa was here again. The wooden door he locked behind. The light he switched off.

The walls looked at him. Sa was much different last time he was here.

Sa was reminded of another house. It was always dark, even during the day. The paint was faded, the floor didn't creak. There was silence. It was entering a different world.

Everything was bigger. He stood upon the tables to peer over the the couch.

Sa was inside a painting. He looked at himself moving and watching, frozen and still, always looking himself in the eyes. Sa was captured in a photographic, violently and graphically.

He returned his gaze to the curtain. Long, maroon and heavy, it emitted light. It wiped away tears, it shaded the world from this room, from the pictures Sa was in, from his eyes seeing the outside.

He was reminded of a pillow, one that didn't fit his neck anymore. One that had hardened, whose cover was ratty and holed. His favorite pillow, it smelled like winter, like snoozing, like an alarm clock, like breakfast. Like stretching and rubbing eyes.

Sa would walk backwards up the stairs in this house when he got scared. He didn't want to leave the front door unseen. There were spectres that followed him whenever his attention made an exit. WHenever he was affected by fear, he couldn't think. He would then walk backwards trusting the dark hallways more than the entranceway.

Sa invented a country upstairs. In this world, when the light turned off, and his head hit the pillow, and his feet tucked under, he entered another world. He would become a prisoner, or a person in the jungle sleeping in the canopy, or he was in a cave, or underwater in a submergeable bedroom. Somewhere else, another planet, another environment.

He existed in these placed. His imagination travelled farther than his body.

Invisible Number (untitled #1)

Atee went to the temple. This is where she prayed for clarity and guidance.

She looked for a pleasant spot to kneel.

Atee was affected by everything she saw. And in the temple, she felt whole. No matter what mistakes she had made or regrets she had, all was forgiven. Here, she was renewed.

And so, Atee made a mobile temple. She carried it with her everywhere she went. It brought her peace.

She was renewed every moment. A rejuvenation with every breath. Broken with the past and future. Atee was floating and without time, a happening to her surroundings.

Atee was an experience to her environments and her environment to itself. A game of everything believing itself to be unaffected. But Atee was a mirage, a feeling, a memory and desire to the world around her. SHe was like the rain cloud that came and went, that could wet the dry ground, shower the rolling, waving ocean and flood the mucky valleys.

Atee was an unseen spectre. She faded in and out of reality based on whose attention noticed her. She was a constellation of profundities and trivialities. She was enormously radiant and burning with appeal yet also, dimly irreducible and undefined.

Atee was a shadow and a white canvas. She was a foggy mirror, a crushed sandcastle, a melted snowman, a cloudless sky. Atee was in some cases here and in some cases not.

Her memory reached out and touched you. At times, she was  manifested you from a past life.

She was alone even while together and fulfilled even while wanting. Atee was, at times, with the sun during the evening.

She was out of place and unaligned. Like a lost diary, she was personal yet unrelated.

Unrelated like ink on a chalkboard. Like a book left in the rain. THe words are still there, the message is still the same.

To some, Atee seemed like a book left in the rain.

Atee was like a bird that learned to swim underwater. Feathers and all.

Atee would read after extinguishing her candle. She would unread before waking up. Atee channelled her future lives to speak to her. She listened without hearing and responded with thinking.

Atee wrapped herself in a newspaper colored blanket and fell asleep beneath the stars with Sa. She painted the grass and trees with new colors. She dyed the lakes and rivers. She lived her creativity out loud.

There was once a time when Sa and Atee were awoken. Neither of them could identify why.

World of Sleeping in the Meadows: Dreaming Room

Sa did not have a dreaming room. The world was his dreaming room.

Tip-toeing across the stones near the water, balancing on one slipper, moss-covered stone, he would be dreaming.

His body was here and his eyes were here, but his grew large and he vacated the world.

Or, as he swam in the ocean, floating on his back, enjoying the occasional spray of water that stung his eyes, he would begin dreaming.

His dreams were activated by many things, almost everything.

Staring at a painting, he became immersed with it, again vacating this world.


It was a beautiful morning, the greatest time of day. Sa had been awakening in a lovely mood, his body was nimble and his mind was free of agitation.

The sky was up above, right where it should be. A frog discovered a puddle on the sidewalk.

Sa really loved this place. He loved how the dirt formed into a solid conglomerate when he mashed it between his hands. He loved how the sand squeeked beneath his toes. He loved how nobody was there to record the sunset, to record the waves, to record the whimsical, lovely details of life.

Sa took a walk. It would be the first and last time he ever walked this way. But, in the moment he was blind to its significance.

He walked by himself, quite at ease and quite content. He was thinking passively of Atee, appreciating and acknowledging his memories with her.

The moon was hanging in the sky in a very bleak and ordinary fashion. The clouds were breaking and shifting in an equally unpuzzling and typical way.

The wind too was unspectacular.

But there was a new feeling inside of Sa. Something had arisen that was surely the result of a cumulative series of past events. But to Sa, he barely noticed anything. This new feeling seemed to be a quite typical one and one which he could intellectual trace back to a number of theoretical causes.


Therefor, Sa continued his casual pace without much concern. However, in time, as Sa's mind wandered off into other places, the feeling stayed. When his mind finally came back, he was a bit amazed. Typically, feelings such as this have shorter lifespans.

He began to value this occurrence. He felt thankful because he quite liked the feeling. It was a mixture of freedom and fortune. He was a little fearless, a little ambitious and a little playful. He was curious too.

He began to fear, at the same time, that this feeling would soon pass. Now, he wanted to hold onto it. He needed it to stay.

He stressed that it would escape his grasp. What if never felt this way again?

In trying to hold onto it, Sa risked reversing the very conditions that led its arising. Luckily, Sa was able to perceive this despite fear-filled anxiety.

Once he realized this, he realized and settled into this new joy. It brought confidence and conviction to him. It made him want to share with the world, want to smile and laugh and hug everybody. It made Sa sleep even more beautifully that night.

Sleeping in the Meadows- An Empty Coconut

Sa swung back and forth from a tree branch. With the motion of his body, so too his thoughts gently rocked back and forth.

All of the tie in the world could do nothing bu amass pressure around his being, elegantly aging and destroying what he thought he knew. All of the time in the world only brought him fulfilled and ended dreams, broken and strong relationships, tossing and turning waves of mind. With all of this, Sa's existence would be complete. Perhaps in a book, summed by the ink and the mystery of imagination, he could live many more lives, replaying ad infinitum.

Swinging back and forth, Sa was at ease. Sometimes the crashing tides of his mind would wash a worry, duty or itch ashore. Sometimes Sa would let go and land on the ground.

But for now, doing what he enjoyed, such a whimsical, silly world, fragile and lonely, colorful and deep, yet short and confusing.

There was beauty wherever he wanted to look. But wherever he wanted to look was only a look, and beauty, involved the energy of his imagination. Without it, a bath was just a bath and a pillow would always be just a pillow. And without it, every story was just noise and every taste just pain. And without it, every face was just skin and every creature just dirt. Without it, every insight was impossible, with no soil for a thought to grow in and no ship for the passengers to ferry on.

Sa was wasting away, so he was left with options. Of how to do so in a way he wanted to. He was left with an empty coconut.

Sa was swinging from a tree not even birds lived in. He certainly couldn't drop from here. It was near a hill and surrounded by islands of grass. It was a new tree. Sa didn't know what life was and he didn't know what do in between his body developing and deteriorating. He didn't know, from he could tell, everything was either perfectly right or it was all unknowable to him. From Sa's point of view, time was just the summation of experiences. And for Sa, an experience was something which governed the lives of others.

But Sa measured his life by the totality of possibilities, the inclusive, visionaries of imagination and the summation of all experiences of all entities. Sa was not convinced of five-senses alone, so he tallied every possibility of extrasensory perception and every imaginative insight onto his side as well. He was not a byproduct of the universe, but he was the universe's universe and the universe was his eyes, his hears, his mouth and his imagination.

And Sa was swinging. After the high tide, he was left with many shells, to collect, some to bury, others to pass by. He was given many fish, many bones and many seaweeds.

After the high tide, Sa could, once again, hear the many sounds coming from the hill. He could, once again, hear the memories enticing him to follow. He could, once again, hear the future asking him to join, asking for his hand, but he had not the words, nor enough eyes to see it all or enough hearts to give and put into it.

Sa could once again see things which before were underwater. Sa could once again see, again, for the first time. It was always this way. A million different ways of describing, so is the same with life, a million different ways of experiencing the same thing.

The ways were not so similar, but the experience was the same, the thoughts came from many sources, in short and long form, in heavy and light form, in visual or sensual form, in vague or explicit forms, but the thoughts were the same. The pleasures had many shapes and varieties, but the pleasure was the same. The people, the cities, the planets, the tears, the laughs, the music, it was not always very similar, but the meaning was the same.

It was not always the same tree branch from which he enjoyed swinging. Sa was not always doing the same. There were many trees, near many hills, and he had many favorites and for many reasons.

Ans Sa had many companion, but they were not all the same.

All the while, Sa was riding the wave, surfing through thoughts. Sa was always tilling the soil, plating seeds, watching them sprout, gathering new fruit and learning new methods. But it was only a past time, and all the while, Sa was swinging back and forth.

In the low tides, Sa was speechless, Sa wasted slower. Sa was organized when it came to his sky, when it came to unveiling the sun and the moon and all of the stars, but he was hopelessly lost when it came to the sea.

Sa has many compasses. He was superstitious about it. But they were always the same. His superstition was ideological, not practical.

Sa travelled and lived in many homes. But every home was not the same. But they were, in fact, all bound by the joys and ups and downs, promises and lies, of the same, that is, home.

There was only one home that Sa ever found refuge in. That was constant, wherever he went. Only one home that was always at the heart of everything, always where his family of one resides, always where he felt comfortable, always where he was free, always where things were never so different or difficult as he expected them to be.

Behind his own eyes, before his own memory, in front of his own misery, beside his own fears, atop his own discomfort and beneath his own expectations. This home was always the same. It painted every pleasure the same pleasure, every pain was the same pain, every loss the same loss, every hope the same hope, every moment the same moment. Every day the same day, every evening the same evening. Every year ended the same ended year. Although it was not the same, after being home, effectually, it was.

Sa thought of the past as a circle, connected to the future. He thought of himself travelling around it every night and every day. He thought of all of the things that a person can do, yet always, never leaving the circle. Yet thinking, as a person does, that fundamentally, inrinsically, these things are certainly levels above or below. Yet to Sa, never leaving the circle. Always, same, same.

The World of Sleeping In the Meadows

A fire grew besides Sa as he awoke. It was a friendly fire. One that had deflected off his head and took form on the ground.

Sa saw children jumping rope, splashing in a rose-colored puddle. He saw a tree dying, cut off by a fence. A lone bird circling the cloudless sky in the peachy twilight.

Sa heard the rumbling of a boat engine. It was the time to board.

There were few things Sa enjoyed as much as gazing out the windows of moving vehicles. Few things that came as close to touching paradise with his eyes.

When Sa closed his eyes he could see the stars. Recently, he had had a nightmare. He was trying to escape but fear had paralyzed him from taking even one step. Afterward, Sa awoke haunted by this chilling premonition.

One Hundred and Seven

Sa looked at himself through a dream.

He was sitting there, in an old friend's rocking chair, trying to read a book.

The clouds raced across the sky, passing in front of the sun like a strobe light. Through his only window, the sunlight flickered.

He had never learned how to read. Nobody had ever taught him anything. He didn't know the difference between one language or the next. Sa had never thought of how words could be visualized, to him, they were packets of sound and meaning. He wondered if other people tried to read books like he did.

His imagination imposed itself onto the pages. As he stared longer, his gaze went deeper and he would see the story painted between the lines. He asked the characters questions and listened to their stories.

They voiced their lines of dialogue, weaving in the stories of their lives. They connected their worlds to other worlds trapped between the covers that Sa had explored.

Sa wondered if other people explored the imagination of the beings locked to the pages of manuscripts and novels like he did. He wondered whether these everlasting and infinite souls would ever earn expression in the reader's world. Whether they would ever evolve out of the book and enjoy a free, non-fatalistic existence.

Sa knew that beings freed from the prison of paper and ink would never be able to settle. They would forever be restless travelers. Ever since escaping, they would be cursed with an itch to see where they had come from.

It was this world, outside of the book, where all hopes and dreams, drama and tragedy, conflict and resolution, joke or fable, originate. After magic has captured the essence of a yet uncreated plot, setting, theme or character, it is ready to be sentenced to the destiny that all stories share.

It was an unforeseen consequence that since the first written word, the written word has touched the writing world just as much as it has been influenced by itself. The stories captured between two covers, two pages or two lines are now beings in our world as much as we ourselves are. The first book has influenced every book since, the first characters are still alive through the expression of every character invented since.

A being born into a book never dies.

One Hundred and One

Atee awoke at the bottom of the endless ocean. The sun shone warm orange through her eyelids alerting her of the morning.

She swam to the surface and just had to tell him something. She couldn't decipher how long she had been underwater, but she knew she must have missed a lot.

She loved sleeping in the meadows or napping in a sunshine bath beneath the sea. She especially loved the way her skin felt upon waking up underwater

Her favorite feeling was when she broke the surface and felt the pure sunbeams dry her face.

She opened her mouth and breathed the revitalizing beach air. The water stood still around her. For the first time she heard soaring birds caw. 

Every time she opened her eyes and saw the raw colors reflected back to her, she smelled rebirth visiting her. Out of the water, like a newborn out of the womb, she wrapped herself up with a fresh innocence. Presented to her were bubbles of joy and she wouldn't hesitate at all because she was powered by the natural momentum of existence.

During these hours the sky didn't change. The sun imagined the green plants. Without green plants and beautiful gardens, there wouldn't be a sun. All of the light of the sun emitted from these plants which involved into seeds. Atee involved towards the beginning of life, she awoke before falling asleep. She entered through the conclusion of her dreams, passing through their fuzzy formation, and tracing all of her drowsy thoughts to the sensation that gave birth to her.

The stars separated her from Sa. She followed her footsteps. Dusty footprints in the dirt led her towards a meadow. The moon illuminated her journey until the sun rose and put her to sleep. She fell asleep in the meadows dreaming of the earth beneath the pads of her toes and of the raindrops tapping against her head.

One Hundred and Six

Number Twelve

Sa and Atee awoke at the same moment. The suns were rising, the trees began breathing, the critters on the floor awoke from their own dreams.

Sa and Atee blinked their eyes but did not move. They both felt a prayer move through them, the whole forest was awaking to this same praying.

The boundary between object and subject vanished as the tremendous energy embraced all of this hemisphere with a loving hug. As its arms released, Sa and Atee's wings began to flutter. They were gently nudged out of the tree and glided softly into the open sky. The whole sky was theirs to explore. All of the world had now awakened and

Number Ten

Sa and Atee both smiled thinking of the rainbow hanging over them.

Their food was cooking in the boiling water, held in a shell they found high in the branches. The wood was dry enough to burn once the first spark was made.

The humid heaven beneath them was waiting for the two to come down. Some of the bugs wanted to feed on them, some of the flowers wanted to share their their scent with something new. Somehow, even the ground was enticing them to walk on it, it wanted to feel their feet massaged into it.

Unfortunately, neither Sa nor Atee were able to know these things, They were sad and frightened when they considered climbing down. Each night Sa prayed a miracle would rescue them or provide them with the courage so they may rescue themselves.

And Atee fell asleep each night praying the branch wouldn't break or bend under the tremendous pressure of maintaining two lives. Each morning they smiled in their hearts, in each others direction, knowing they must have been listened to.

Number Nine

Sa and Atee landed in a tree, thousands of feet higher than the worms and primates on the ground. Luckily, one ancient wooden branch was strong enough for them to balance on.

They knew that they should climb down but the view was so gorgeous that they waited six days watching the sun rise and set. After the first couple of days, their stomachs stopped growling, their eyes stopped watering and their hearts stopped aching.

They were hundreds of feet above where even the next leaf grew. The humidity distorted the light like a flame, growing stronger the closer one came to the muddy ground. Up above, where they sat it was crisp and fair. The branch the dry. The sky was a pleasant, pale green.

Even higher were other trees and their canopies obstructed the flooding flow of star lights. Some of the pink stars still shone between the twigs at the top layer of the canopy.

Sa and Atee both remembered their first feelings and thoughts, as they fell they both believed that they were falling onto a pebbly ground. The dense canopy looked like dead earth from the sky. The sky was orange with streaks of deep violish-blue, they felt an unnatural force guiding them softly onto this branch. It seemed to disrupt the principles of reality. Nevertheless, they were here now.

Atee was curious why the tree wouldn;t sway despite when the kicked it her hardest way above its center of gravity. It must be well rooted, she thought.

Sa was curious why a piece of bark he tossed off fell sharply at first, and then floated down like a deather once it reached where the leaves grew.

The tree was curious why Sa didn't just try jumping off itself, surely he too would float down.

A small bird flew over the canopy, nobody saw it, and a feather left its body. The feather dove nose first towards the worms and primates. The bird flew on, alone.

Number Seven

Sa told Atee to hold onto the kite they built. They both squeezed tight and jumped off the edge of their world. They couldn't see the bottom, they had no idea where it was. But it didn't matter, they had full trust in life.

The kite functioned as a glider, sailing them across the waves of wind through low-laying clouds of some unknown world which has discovered them.

Sometimes the wind would push them backwards and neither of them could see where they were headed. The air became heavier as they descended, but they were still miles above the ground.

Massive glaciers floated atop seas of lava. Icebergs jutted out like horns.

The lava faded into sand and the sand rose in mammoth pyramids and dunes almost sweeping against their own feet. Atee's shoe fell off and landed softly upon the gentle, virgin surface of a sand dune.

The invisible wings of existence propelled them onward into the womb of the unknown. The once sand dunes now had been washed into the ocean by foamy waves.

Atee's foot was now illuminating light, her whole body began radiating light and her voice was almost silent.

The waves fell into a hallow pore of the planet. Sa was witnessing innumerable spores of fungus populate what used to be underwater mountains. The peeks jutted out making buttes and plateaus, in between the valleys sunk low into the crust of the planet. Once the water had left, fungus began claiming the whole territory.

Somehow Atee and Sa were carried upwards by a powerful force and the fog of the clouds hid all of the splendor of their new playground.

Once the clouds passes by, they met sweet angels passing by in the opposite direction. Neither Sa nor Atee were able to say goodbye or hello, but full eye contact and smiles were shared. Afterwards, they felt like angels were still them, althought at that first moment, Sa had no idea that it was an angel. It was only once it smiled that Sa could tell.

Gigantic structures made of sand and crystals, emeralds and diamonds towered marvelously over the land beneath their feet. Beings made of diamonds and emeralds moved about on their legs, kissed with their own lips and talked with their own lungs. Each one reflected the rays of the many stars uniquely. Each one could see that they al had their own reflection, their own light and their own crystallic eyes.

Their kingdom never seemed to end. Just as they flew over the castles, small villages and trees and rivers made of gems and amethyst sprouted from the shroud.

Atee's own inner light caused trillions of beams to be refracted back in other directions. The crystal beings acted as prisms, bending and shaping the light. Some of the beings looked up and prayed to them, but most continued meditating under the stars, swimming in the rivers and bathing in the pools of paint.

Sa said a prayer for all of them. He prayed that their king beise and compassionate, that their rivers be pure and loving, that their stars be lucky and forever bright, that their trees be whole and rooted, that their soil be healthy and tender and that their peace may last as long as their is a sky above their heads.

The energy shifted and Atee and Sa were pushed into another direction. Sa prayed to the planet that their kite may guide them to safety.

Number Six

Sa woke up early and heard Atee singing, dangling her feet over the edge. Sa didn't want to interrupt her so he lied down pretending to sleep. He appreciated the music she made with just her voice.

Atee sang about people leaving and dying and never coming back. She sang about guardian angels who looked over the creatures of the planet, and she sang about those angels among the living who would sacrifice everything they have if it could save somebody else. She sang about the vastness of her life, about how young she was and how long she would live. She sang about what a perfect place this world was and how wonderfully happy she was to be able to share it with so many others. She sang as loud as she could, but never did it strike Sa as too loud.

Sa peeked open on eye as she sat down and painted on a large leaf. Sa wondered how long she had been awake and how long she would wait if he stayed asleep all day. A dream tried washing over Sa but he pushed it away and sat up.

Atee somehow noticed he had gotten up and somehow Sa knew she was smling.

Atee walked back to the edge and let the leaf go. It took off like a feather into the wind, which was always gentle and soft.

They decided to go back to sleep. Sa waited for the dream to overwhelm him and he fell asleep wondering what she was dreaming about.

Number Five

Sa spent plenty of time with Atee. They would tell each other their dreams and ideas on everything. Atee didn't have a family, she said families didn't exist on her planet. Sa didn't have one either so they spent time together and would get lost in the strangest places.

They never had anywhere to go or anything to do for anybody but themselves. Anywhere they would go they were entirely free. There wasn't ever harsh weather and so they could fall sleep after hours of travelling.

Atee said that she had always lived in the crater because it was comfortable and safe. Everybody she knew had always lived there.

Sa learned that the rest of the planet seemed empty of creatures, it was such a mystery since the land was so beautiful.

One day they would roll somersaults down into a chalky valley and the next day they would venture into a dark, unwelcoming cave. They always felt invincible when they were together, they felt like they could solve anything.

Number Four

Sa walked around the crater with Atee, which was the name of the lovely creature he met. Sa hadn't even noticed before but a new darkness shrouded the distance. Atee told him that it took some time before his eyes would adjust and the entire landscape could be seen.

Atee explained that what Sa called moon was actually a much larger place than where Sa had come from. Where Sa lived, she said, was actually the satellite of her home planet which he had just landed on, not the other way around.

Sa asked why Atee hadn't spoken in his language when they first met and she said that he looked different than the other creatures from the moon. Sa admitted that he was an outcast and never fit in with the others who dreamed on the beach.

Sa explained that his whole existence was always like a dream and that's why he didn't fit in with the evening dreamers on the beach.

Atee nodded agreeingly and to Sa's fortune seemed to understand.

Number Two

Through Sa's fingers a metallic, liquid slime dripped and sludged its way to the bottom of the river.

Sa was back to where the bubbles popped at the surface. Once a bubble had lifted him above the surface before disintegrating. The bubbles released waves of heat, which was trapped within them.

Those on the beach watched as another departed, hypnotized by the ominous attraction of the clouds. Those close to shore laid on their bellies, like ancient turtles, and built sand villages. Every once and a while a sinkhole would consume a stone and purified sand would be projected into the air. Sun beams reflected off the crystallic, sand diamonds glittering over the villages.

Sa rolled over onto his chest and stared deep into the water below. Sometimes, a movement would cause swirling, warped colors to ripple. Sa's gaze would wander and would get itself lost.

Sa rolled back over on his back to be comforted by the sky. Rain would fall and the winds would raise in velocity. The suns would vanish and the moons would blanket the atmosphere. Sa would lie still on the warm water. The bubbles ceased to rise as the surface temperature lowered throughout the night.

A small fire disintegrated a bush into simpler elements. Sa meant to look over but the warm lake was was so kind to him, that he didn't bother.

One could never be sure when the next day revolved around, strange objects often pierced through the visible universe with drifting, colored light and bolts. Two perfectly similar objects descended towards this paradise. Sa couldn't actually determine if it was it his own sleepy eyes which duplicated the image or if they were clones.

Either way, Sa fell asleep too soon to know.

Number One

Number One

Sa floated upon the surface of the water. The water filled a deep, violent gash in the earth. Lush gardens grew along the coasts.

Time morphed the sky, permutating it with new colors.

Rising benign hills towered over this face of the planet.

Heat from the stars sanctioned Sa's body, he was mesmerized. Sa's nerves wouldn't allow him to move away.

When half of the stars lowered beneath the hills, Sa would swim to the shore. He would climb the hills, eventually reaching a position where the other half of the universe could be seen.

Sa believed in the endless shallow water ocean, where they all could stand and bathe in the light and their feet would relax and submit. For miles they would walk from dry ground to wet ground. The sandy water would create a paste between their toes near the beach and would form a mixture of many sand crystals to a few for even miles out at sea.

The clouds were very low towards the horizon and over the ocean. This was attractive to some, they would walk and walk towards the clouds. Some never came back, others only returned to see the stars once again. They all said it was perpetually dark beneath the clouds.

Sa continued to float along the oily river, rich in paint colors. Depending on its mood, the river would change color. Sometimes Sa imagined a giant leaf dripping with colors. Then Sa would close his eyes and a wave would sweep over him. Sa would sink deeper and deeper, but never reaching the bottom. The pressure would rise, Sa's skin would squeeze tight and Sa would let go. His hearing would leave and he was overwhelmed with a smell fresh and flowery. His eyes would see silver, blooming night beings, crawling along the walls of water bubbles which consistently rose towards the surface but inevitably disappeared somewhere along the way.

An explosion of air propelled Sa high above the water. A great splash violated the dominant silence. Sa landed back in the water, noticing that the bubbles were reaching the surface but dissipating thereafter. Sa was unharmed and allowed the river to float him downstream to an unfamiliar territory to all but the trees.

It took days for him to arrive in this place. The trees were taller than boulders, a phenomenon new to Sa.

Sa drifted along effortlessly through the forest. A lovely cloud was skimming among the tops of the highest trees. The cloud's joy sprayed down upon the forest life. Sa felt very vulnerable in the forest. And it wasn't long before a natural small dryfire scared him off.

The beach waters splashed at each other. The children played with their wooden woodwind instruments, they had a particular talent for music. The older ones would relax and dream to the sounds which miraculously painted the air. From afar, flying creatures could see the beatitude and bliss captured with sound-imagery.

Luck was the whale and the dolphin who gave rides across the endless ocean sea to distant tropical, exotic and sometimes paradoxical places. Not all places were islands for sometimes lands would connect which never ever touched water.

The moons lowered smoothly in their usual pattern. A fountain of cold water awakened the curiosity and youthful energy and life within Sa. Sa stood on his hands but gravity wouldn't help keep both his feet in the air. Slowly, the grass cushioned his landing.

As Sa slipped into a dream, a mirror in the sky reflected him to whole world.

Sleeping in the Meadows 96

What had happened to their world, Sa thought. When Atee was gone, he couldn't see anything at all. And it was as if Sa was sensitivity itself, when the remainder was greater than he and the part behind him shrunk.

Sa wasn't always beneath a low ceiling, in fact, his face tightened with limitation. Sa was, in the corner of his mind, before the meaning and beside the train, beside the journey and the walk and the time. The passion sometimes came before and Sa was looking for footprints in the air, and but, he never really walked alone, and the passion wasn't really leaving him behind. He had to realize that from his perspective, invisible things he had manifested into living fiction. And there would come a time, or maybe not, when Sa would see things differently or maybe as a whole, and he could organize his distant fractional worries with a warm salty ocean breeze tingling his nose.

Atee whipped their opinions into a bowl. She had heard what they thought but she wanted to look at them all at oncean and more clearly. She hadn't always a clue, but she knew that neither did anything beatiful, because clues were stressful because clues concentrated the division of curiosity and in life, curiosity was the ubiquitious clarity that allowed for all the changes witnessed, all the thrills and astonishment, and all of the untranslateable jolts that will suddenly arise without permission from any authority, once again, because when it comes to life, authority isn't authentic, at all.

Number Eighty-Three

Sa and Atee were sitting on the rocky edge of the cliffside. A million birds were diving into the water, hopping on floating stones and hovering, floating about.

The birds had migrated from halfway across the world, just to fish here. And soon they would leave for another journey.

The sun was rising in front of them. The water reflected a hue of persian rose. The whole sky was warm this day. This day, when the sun rose, it wouldn't stop. It wouldn't set and come back again, this was the last sunrise. The world was being pushed out of orbit.

This moment, the sun was as large as it would ever be. Every second it moved farther away. Atee had trouble comprehending what it meant to say goodbye to the sun. It had always been there, since the formation of the planet, and then it give it life.

Atee and Sa sat this day, watching the sun rise for the final time, they both considered the million birds who had no clue.

It was only a few minutes until Sa and Atee had the spontaneous dream of travelling with the sun. To move away from this planet, away from their home.

They dreamed of living on the star itself. However, the sun, as large as they imagined it to be, was not as interesting as this world now. And with the sun removed, this world would again change.

Somewhere, another star must have a world it is protecting. Sa and Atee, if they could only fly and breathe through space to see another populated world and if they only could say goodbye to here and move there.

And when Sa and Atee think of this, they are missing the last moments they have here on this world. As much as they love these birds, they realize they should share some time with everything else.

Invisible Number Eighty Four

Atee was always swimming whenever she had the oppurtunity, swimming in a deep spring in the mountains, in a desert oasis or in a clam, lazy river.

She changed forms while floating on water, at one time she may be a thought of wonder or curiosity and next she was gone altogether only to reappear as a bubble of creative imagination.

And when she was beneath the water, she just melted.

Her friends would be back when she went looking for them. The moon would be back if she just waited.

And she would never forget to buy back her share with love and persistence. She had a knack for persistence because when an oppurtunity passed by she would chase it, and never give up.

She had in her hand another hand.

She wished everything could feel the music she did. And she knew music never died and it touched something uncomprehensible. And she felt things she simply couldn't know. Everywhere in her life, something she never could know was clear to her.

She decided to take a chance on a walk once. She walked down an unknown path. It stretched to the lower side o