sticking a PO-jab in the heart

thank you, with a drip of joy in my eye, I thank you truly for introducing Moondog to me.

earlier, in yoga, I had a vision of a place where golden sun light radiates entirely throughout the room.

It was the most comfortable lounge retreat, the light was not at all intrusive and overbearing, it lay where it rayed, and left it at that.

I asked the librarian/coffee guy: "who made this place?"

you know what he said back to me?

he said this with a smiling eye:

"Ah! he is the whiskey of the meadow"

that blew my mind.

I wanted to cry, heck I needed to cry.

he continued:

"the melody of the mind, and it is no coincidence that he is the guy at the piano playing that soothing jazz"