OUT-OF-BODY EXPERIENCE

Oh, my dearest!

I am lying on my bed

And the strawberry moon shines through my window.

On my right side is my Teddy Tulin.

On my left side is my Bunny Benny.

I am writing down my daily affirmation.

I am doing my midnight meditation.

It is 23.21 our time.

It must be 16.21 your time.

Oh, my dearest!

You must be having an out-of-body experience!

Suddenly, your image appears on my room’s wall.

I can see you are in your golden garden.

I can see your beloved dog Golden Guard.

You are flirting with the sunshine.

I am flirting with the moonshine.

I wonder how you can tell me all the answers

Before I ask you the questions.

You say,

“I want you to play your guitar

As one of the most celebrated guitarists

And write the best love song ever written.

I want you to read the market’s mind

And become one of the most incredible investors.

I want you to write a book about checks and balances

And enlighten the public and politicians.

Elected dictators and unelected dictators,

Any kind of dictatorship is a carbuncle on democracy.

Without the control of the Taxpayers Association,

There wouldn’t be a proper democracy in any country.”

Oh, my dearest!

Even if I were a monumental genius,

I couldn’t fulfil your demands and desires.

I had better forget these delightful dreams

And not think about them.

You say,

“I don’t want you to be a monumental genius.

I don’t want you to be multi-gifted.

I only want you to have the power

And pleasure of an out-of-body experience.”

G G Gench