The Girl in the Pink Floyd shirt (fragment)

The door banged shut behind her and she smiled. The Atlanta sunshine fell across her shoulder, a warm joy to her. She took a deep breath and laughed. She felt the edges of the brick pavement with her toes through the soft leather of her moccasins. She took two steps across the sidewalk and pirouetted off the curb. A dog barked at her and she laughed again.
"Hello Jack Russell!" she said to the terrier, merrily wagging his tail for the joy of seeing her. "Hello Mrs Green" she said to the dog's mistress, a retired woman who lived nearby.
She walked up the street for a moment and stopped in front of the cafe, turned around and looked back up the way she'd come and waved at someone else she knew.
She loved Five Points. Loved it in the quiet mornings and busy evenings. She loved the used bookstores with their ever-changing stock and sweet shy men who could never quite talk to her. She loved the five different radio stations you might hear walking down the street. She loved the smell of marijuana that signaled someone having a good time someplace. She loved the graffiti and stores named for the old business their building held fifty years ago. She loved the friends and acquaintances and strangers speaking creole or Spanish or an eastern European, Russian? any one of a dozen languages. She loved the surprise of a warm winter day and a cool summer night and her second story apartment at the top of the hill where the view of sunsets beyond downtown were always amazing. She loved the kids on skateboards and the college kids excited about the movie they're going to see tonight and the Playhouse with its old posters for The Fantasticks and Annie, Our Town and The Iceman Cometh. She loved the way everything looked and felt like it was sixty years old and still alive and breathing.
She loved her town in the middle of the city.

The Girl in the Pink Floyd shirt (fragment

She loves having long blonde hair, loves everything about it. She loves playing with it while she's doing some idle activity, daydreaming or reading or playing with the cat or watching TV. She loves the way it looks different colors at different times, like it changes with her personality. She loves the way it lets her feel sexy or girly, youthful or older and wise. She loves brushing it and conditioning it and the softness in her hands of it. She loves throwing it around the way she imagines men love throwing their weight around. She loves hiding behind it sometimes, loves the way people notice it without seeing her for who she really is when she wants, or sometimes looking at the world through the veil of her hair and sometimes she just loves the feeling of having the most beautiful hair in the room, in the world.

Consciousness fields

The instinct of migrating birds
The collective subconscious dreamsource
The knowledge of Divine Essence
Come all from the same place...

It's like we live in idea fields connected by the interactions of dream bosons

The Girl in the Pink Floyd Shirt (fragment)

The girl in the Pink Floyd shirt twirled her long blonde hair around one and another finger and he noticed her as he put the biography of Yeats back on the shelf. She was folded into the overstuffed chair with her foot tucked under her knee, reading a book about the Gaia theory of life on Earth. He noticed the abandoned clog on the floor, the blue jeans worn at the knee with flowers drawn all over them, the loose fitting shirt and hair falling across her bosom and she looked up at him.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and gestured vaguely at her tee-shirt.

"So you like Dark Side of the Moon...? "
" No, I just like the image, the prism and colors."
"Oh okay... "

She stood up like she'd just remembered an appointment.
" See you around."

She left the book on the seat and walked past the counter, beaming a smile at the mother and baby coming in from the warm sunny day and almost danced out the door, like a butterfly that you will never see again.

Fragments

Haunted now, my
feelings uncontained
Seeking answers in the
deepest layers
Of my self-awareness
The knowledge of
another truth
Beating in my Purpose
Hopes dreams and love
Walking the earth in the
Form of love of you...

Sunshine

I live now for Sunshine
For warm gifts of starlight
To let the heat soak deep
Down into my bones

The Sun now is hidden
by rainfall and storm clouds
but still I see daylight
and know that it's there.
my faith is unshaken
I live in my purpose
to now and forever
belong to the Sun

And let the Sun's light live in me evermore
The Sun's heart and my heart are One.

Clifton Goodwin
Winter Twenty Thirteen

Love Sonnet

I want to give you all my love and light
To let it rain upon you down as if
From every star there twinkling in the night
Did love fall down and give you now all gifts

To let the strongest tendrils of two hearts Grow and join together and make fit
For love's great power is that it never parts
But let love grow into the infinite

And widest scope two people may now find
To feed it sunshine, blossoms and starlight
To let our souls make love inside our minds
And let us see that nothing is so bright

As all the gifts of love that we could ever grow together
I want to share such love as this with you, now and forever...

Clifton Goodwin
Autumn Twenty Thirteen