South Station:

Sitting or standing, but in in any posture still or only briefly moving, I am rapturously innundated by a nameless, formless but nonetheless most purely known, purely understood JOY, utter bliss at being surrounded by my fellow human beings, universes moving all around me, and a unity of universes in a greater Cosmic Consciousness, a language we all speak.

My love surges forth from me as the legends of my life recounted from several years back; I am truely, here siting surrounded by my bags on the floor of the South Station depot, at the entrance to train terminals, awaiting the 10:20 Worchester train, at an ecstatic and peaceful place of happiness.

I LOVE....