The Jiggle Goos

Before I get to babbling, I must first explain our characters.

They are not human, as we call ourselves.

Yes, they have limbs, so to speak, but they are wiggly

And wobbly,

And exist with no bones.

I suppose I don't know that for sure.

You see, these creatures do not have doctors.

They do not investigate their insides,

They simply let themselves remain a mystery.

If you hug one you will feel immense comfort,

Along with a liquid jiggliness.

They are mostly pink, although some are blue,

And have two small eyes that are black,

And no mouth or nose.

They are not limited to our senses.

Yes, there are more senses than the ones we posses.

They sense what we're thinking,

They sense where the water is.

They sense when we need them,

And appear and dance.

They have no names,

But for the purpose of telling you about them

I will give them titles.

The one I see most often is Ivi (ih-vee).

Ivi is pink,

And its favorite time of day is

Golden hour.

Ivi brings me to a small lawn beside a pond and

Dances its wobbly dance.

The golden rays shine on the water

And makes Ivi glow warm and calm.

I have tried to ask Ivi where

It comes from, and where they all

Come from.

Ivi does not know, and each time only says:

"I come to you, and then I return.

That is all I know, and that is all I care."

A core difference between them and us:

They are accepting of mysteries.

Ivi often says, when I am unsure, that,

"You need not figure anything out at all.

For even if you think you do, how do you know it to be true?

And so that energy is wasted

When you could have been looking at

The golden hour light.

And do not stop to do that human thing

Of thinking about the science and how it comes from another

Planet, but just accept it as

Something you're seeing.

It's making you happy, isn't it?

Then don't question it."

It is a challenge,

Following Ivi's advice.

And yet it does it as easily as it blinks.

These creatures possess no fight or flight,

They only exist.

You must be wondering:

"How could one not exist?"

And the answer to that is:

By letting your mind be overrun by worries and fears.

In those moments, you are not there.

You are at the mercy of thoughts that are not completely your own,

But are pieces of science, trying to scare you.

In those moments Ivi takes my hand

And says:

"Hello. Here you are, human."

And when I'm back, we dance.