the hotel for seekers

come with me into my dream from last night

I never remember any of my dreams - but the one I just had engraved itself on the bark of my cottonwood heart. I am going to spend the rest of my life trying to get back to this hotel.

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In my dream, I was living 
(or maybe I was already dead 
or about to be born or maybe it was both) 

        in a boutique hotel for people seekers

it was a hotel for open-hearted guests who only 
want to spend their ethereal time talking about 
important things like beauty and music and service

    ~ and how the low light moves through 
the trees an hour before sunset

everyone staying at this hotel were fashioned 
with post-modern cocktail party attire and 
were wearing the most interesting glasses

actually, it turned out that not everyone needed to
 wear glasses but they did anyway so nobody could tell 
who actually had to wear them or not

I remember that everywhere in this 
hotel where I walked there was this very 
light haze of suspended glitter that kissed 
every cold spot of my skin into warmth

this hotel for seekers) had too many floors to count which
featured these tiny wooden elevators that moved oh so slow

the first time I rode in an elevator, 
someone told me that they were designed 
to be small and slow to ensure that guests
had the chance to become friends with each other

on three of the walls in each elevator were chalkboards where we could draw pictures for one another while we methodically rumbled our way to whatever floor we were going to 

          I saw so many flowers drawn in rose colored chalk

this hotel for seekers was like Hogwarts for people like me who needed to be around others who believed in the magic of kindness and the singular wonderment that only comes from being soft with others

as the dream progressed I was informed by a bellhop
(that looked like Johnny Carson) that in order to pay 
for my room I needed to teach a class to the children 
who were staying there

I was ushered to my classroom that had a sign on the outside that read:

       "how to say your own name gently"

the other thing I remember about this hotel for seekers was that there was so much energy in the thin halls as all of my fellow 
guests and I passed by each other