THE DREAM, THE MANIFEST DREAM

As if swept into forever, the dream took me into an enormous fluid ride in a sky terrain; I thought at first it was too dangerous and then in reality, totally controlled and fluid, as if a great invisible hand had it in tow; it was a brash experimental ride with others alongside; many others. I can’t stop saying in the dream how much it meant, to be flying so high and so fast and coming into a vastness out of control & yet in control—

Whole different feel in the dream body, as if undergoing some purposeful transition…

And yet at the end, as others go back to their regular lives, I can’t locate my New Balance shoes. Someone else may have taken them, or they are misplaced. Another tries to help, but nothing.

Greatness of the sensation was accompanied by an almost breathless ecstasy, as if suddenly a whole world opened up. And it felt so solid, like nothing we had ever done: who could have built a ride that seemed at certain times on a track and other times it was flying off on its own, suspended by moving ultra-fast?

Gone through so much that aspires forward.
The ride of a lifetime heretofore unheard of.
The split ends of a roaring velocity that
Ranges past all these crumbling times

Advanced in the form,
Kin of all that goes solid
In the engine of time—

What did you do here before
Such swelling surface emerged
And we were still so amazed

High, yes, above, yes
And the velocities rising
No shallow in the summit

‘speeding through heaven and the stars’
Colliding with infinity evermore
And standing the ultimate stretch

But you who launched this upstart
Hidden behind some winding ceremony
Whatever we gained regained again

And playing in the yardage we imagined
The great seat at the overall fair
We explored & surged within

No moment to catch another’s eye
Or strike a deal for comportment, no!
Only the run without counterpart

The great zooming effervescence,
The body removed from stasis
The game arranged for pure uplift,
controlled ascent

And winning the long race, ahead of a tiny runner, and the banquet is in full swing and the woman who looks me square in the face is…What to do when everything is in place, but you can’t find that special town you were hungry to bed down in? Give in to the tools that straighten the forms that seem so warily arranged. You will know how to get your steam up and run and run until you are free of distance altogether…

--Bill Pearlman (from ESSENTIAL BEARING)