Example of an attempt (of mine) at automatic writing

Voices of the deasert sky, sky inspired flame sky burns, spoils kept, wastes of death of plants and eden. Gone is eden for today. Blowing ram’s horns in the dust, traces of spears long dead, voices of passions long burned out. Sorry sorrows dired dried up like tears long ago in a land far way where the desert speaks of avarice but also Avalon, what heaven did Elijah see? Sing birds of flutes fruited to roots. Fruited and nutted and birded and animaled! Like she say, she said. Ha little slow stepping void a innocence. A childermas gotten forgetten. Verboten. Oh freia o peace pax irena! Kimia. O sing to me of fruition, not tuition. Oh sweet longing of the soul for heaven, Avalon, eden, to the west, the gray havens of mirth, of birth, of earth. To the sea, where blue meets blue, sky meets sky, space meets space. Love “pours down in a shower” a shower of power and grace. Heaven, what outer or inner space, the place. Heavens over the tawny rainbow, stormy, where heaven bends away from hell. Little girls, maidens playing in the dusk rain, safe. Oh safe. Sing a song of hope, Nadezhda! O sing. O sing. Please, love, peace wage peace. Breathe easy, love. Breathe easy. Like the moon throwing a silver mantle of light over earth, naked earth when the stars began to sing. Oh joy, oh ode, oh song! Oh song of Aslan, the lion of the tribe. O lion of God! Oh sweet gold, sweet marriage of silver and gold, time untold. O sweet peace. Goodnit goodnight. Ah.

Yes, this is my new blog

I was inspired by the "Lutheran Surrealism" blog at lutheransurrealism.blogspot.com, but I am not Lutheran; rather, I am soon joining the Evangelical Covenant Church, in which I pretty much grew up.