«its like music.» — Summary

its like music. its i like music. the answer bouncing like a long stemmed dandelion in april the most brilliant color in the rainbow, a bunch of fantastic lite beams, smiles, clear ribbons of rain coloring the sky the bridge of the sun, the long womans belly, the horizon. bubbling up like a stream of sap thru the trunk touching the branches, bright colored bubble surfaces of sap, spring of sap bubbles the conscious of the tree of the earth it grows in of you all merged into the bubbling clearness sun splashed in an ocean of lite the shaking of the earth when music is here, when there is music. the earth opens up receives because its time has come, and the bubbling goes out into the new land like a bird leaving the nest, the first wind on the warmth of the body, the contact, the hit, the bright time of feeling clearly, bringing joy up like suction like breathing out brings the breath back in elation, moving further on. all this emanates from the head of a man who walks up the street, it is his odor, his essence.