Am I in trance?
Flowers bloom. Seething, I rehearse harsh words with people I am not now with.
The wind blows. My shelter is secure and warm. Fearful, I picture it collapsing.
Fellows greet me. I am loved. Despairing, I see myself alone and frightened.
I argue and battle with ghosts.
Lord, let me see what is happening under my nose. Awaken me from this dream. Let me see your world clearly.
(Letter #2,086)
