Last night I dreamed Joni Mitchell cut her hair and changed her name to Gaia. And she spoke to me in a confident air and said..."You better push the edge of Maya." Well, it's either push the edge or fall off the ledge, that's how it feels this morning 1've got my rouge-pink sky, my purple mountain nearby and it seems like a very good day to be born in. Oh holy light...you push me through what I could never get through... do we call this a second sight?

So no, I'm not sad, I'm feeling good...in fact in many ways I've never felt better. I'm back from the war between should and bad and I know me now...down to the letter. The hardest thing I ever tried to do is stay in one place and just try to come through. I love me some now, I want to love you true, and spend some time in the garden. Oh, the suspense of it all... a little seed in the soil, a little sunshine and toil... can we call it a second sense? I can't wait for those carrots to push through, can't wait for the smell of the morning dew. I'll plant a sunflower and a rosebush too, and say...Maya

You know, day after day in the driver's seat is not always the greatest place to be. You've got to be watching for potholes and places to eat, and that can make you stressful company. And to never know when a Dear might show in your path and you have to drive more carefully. It seems like I've been driving now for a long, long time...Am I taking this driving thing seriously. Oh, the romance of it all...Somebody tells you it's tough and you've gotta act rough and you spend your whole time looking for balance.

I live with me 'cause it's simple math and I live with you because I want to. Your golden joie de vie brings me lots of laughs and gives me a sense of what I can do. It was always worry dolls, and loves back door and haunted halls to the ocean floor where I'd lick my wounds behind a rust-warped door and try to prove that love couldn't find me. Oh the dance of it all...there's some beautiful people that I plum wore out...do we call this a second chance? I can't wait for those carrots to push through, I can't wait for the smell of the morning dew. I'll plant a sunflower and a rosebush too, and say...Maya...here's a rose like you.