When I came to / I was transparent / Because my body wasn't there

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The animal angels receive me
Flying down on shimmering wings
Happy to answer all my questions

How does this place work?
Where do all the souls go?
How long do they stay?
Are my beloved pets here?
Can I see them?
Is that porcupine that I pulled from the road
By his cold little hand
Just last week
Here?

That spider that I accidentally
Flushed down the drain
Did his journey down the pipe
Deliver him here?

Let me just have a day please
(Or its equivalent)
To wander these ethereal forests and meadows!
I can already hear the voices of the birds
Who broke their necks against our sliding door
I'm so grateful that my wish
was granted

I only want to spend a day here
I won't be any trouble

That young man crawling out of his totalled car
Calling out Don't call 911!
Was the last thing I saw
Before animal heaven

I remember
Driving home taking a shortcut
I got nailed head on

When I came to
I was transparent
Because my body wasn't there

I can see my last thoughts trailing off
As all the pain floods in
The doctor is saying

We've got a pulse. . .

Already I was seeing you
Through all the scaffolding
Close up
We thought we lost you
We thought we lost you

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Authors Website: https://garylindorff.wordpress.com

Authors Bio:

Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of five nonfiction books, three collections of poetry, "Children to the Mountain", "The Last recurrent Dream" (Two Plum Press), "Conversations with Poetry (coauthored with Tom Cowan), and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music". Lindorff calls himself an activist poet, channeling his activism through poetic voice. He also writes with other voices in other poetic styles: ecstatic, experimental and performance and a new genre, sand-blasted poems where he randomly picks sentence fragments from books drawn from his library, lists them, divides them into stanzas and looks for patterns. Sand-blasted poems are meant to be performed aloud with musical accompaniment.


He is a practicing dream worker(with a strong, Jungian background) and a shamanic practitioner. His shamanic work is continually deepening his partnership with the land. This work can assume many forms, solo and communal, among them: prayer, vision questing, ritual sweating, and sharing stories by the fire. He is a born-pacifist and attempts to walk the path of non-violence believing that no war is necessary or inevitable.