Musical Selection: Everything But The Girl — Driving

A Returning of Sorts

A haibun

Photo by Juan Davila on Unsplash

I dreamt of a returning — of a calling home to ancestors, but many times greater than that — of an ego-death of sorts, but somehow many magnitudes grander than that — of I, losing all sense of I — as infinitesimal mote of dust within endless softening white mist with no sense of knowing where the mist…