I feel more and more every day, as my imagination strengthens, that I do not live in this world alone but in a thousand worlds.
— John Keats


I sit at the computer and work in this world. Tho in daily routine I go wandering. Sometimes its into the lives of the people I read about and try to know. I am on a highway travelling to a new town. I talk to the driver and we share dreams. I am a refugee searching desperately for a home. I have been refused by so many and walk on. I am teaching young people about being open to new ideas and new people. I make love to men and women as man and woman. Countless lives and worlds I live with countless points of view all while sitting here.
In other dreams, I return to crossroads in my life and take different turns. I live in Europe. I am a successful businessman. I am a musician. I had more kids or I had none. I made different choices. These alternate mes chorus each from their own realm and each with their own triumphs and tragedies.
Then there are the wilder imaginings where I travel to places and planes that exist elsewhere. My mind works differently as does my being yet somehow the spirit remains similar. It is possible to exist in all these worlds yet still this one calls me home.
Blessings, G


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