have not written the third part. want to finish in la, in my own space, where my mind is most clear, under the watchful eye of the full moon and the temple which sits outside my window, with a gold prophet and his trumpet at its apex always pointing off into the horizon, sometimes pointing through a blanket of fog at 3am.
i did a search on my blog for the word “soulmates,” having a strong feeling of having delved into the idea in 2004 (that was the year of heavy rains and quiet emotional storms swirling with echoes), the most poetic year of my life.
i haven’t reread it yet but i have a feeling it might answer some questions.
http://3amwanderer.blogspot.com/2004/01/last-thought-for-today-and-im-off-to.html