7.7.72

Drained into yellow gold. It was easier to fantasize “now” than
wait, people-ing it with my own favorite mate. It is a world
rich with possibilities, but slim in actualization. Ob my sweet
baby dumpling, what do you want for dinner. What cuddly sweet thing
can I cook for you. Ummm good. Ummm good.

7.13.72

Mysterious light lavender comes thru the gold.
I am so locked out without sound.
This day lightly perfumed. the walls come up higher.
                                  Delayed, Delayed 
I am delighted in the freedom of perfection of what comes
                                  up to me.
                                                   Far away,
the quest is always endless, and my sore satisfaction, limited.