The cloud mimicked a mountain top, its ridge sun fired to bright white by the rising sun, its shadow side in granite gray, being impenetrable to the sun's rays. Mountains that imposing live a thousand miles away, but that cloud took me there. the morning sun lights up a dense cloud to mimic mountains
roots sprawl, sinuously creeping. what's it like to hold so firm and reach so far?
Temple of Dawn stands by a river - brown and wide, a river both older and younger than it
I've lived on islands - some surrounded by sea, and some not, islands of isolation - cut off and cut out - fringed with nothingness. In the quiet of a cave inside a mountain on that island amid the ocean vast, I found myself both on an island & being an island.
banana flower glows in the morning sun, racing in stillness
A bad moment for those growing up during the peace years is the realization that there were no peace years.
feet to cold stone - despite the tropical heat, a chill is felt
Everybody seeks oneness, but maybe one with everything is too much, it's a state in which one is lost, irrelevant, and unloved - all at once. Maybe it's better to be tied to the mast - like Odysseus - straining to make that dangerous connection, but unable to, the connection of non-connection, the love of longing, of trying, but not of being plugged in -- air-gapped to prevent resonance at a frequency that would shatter one's soul.
The gate faced the sea. It seemed like a strange place for a gate. The sea spray of crashing waves flew up to douse those who passed through. Which way was in? Which way was out? And then I accepted that "in" & "out" were meaningless constructs, and that it was a portal between infinities.
out of my cell & onto the trail i walk the vast expanse, the vault of heaven above & hills of rolling green beneath my feet and clouds barge through blue skies like thoughts barge through my mind - sluggishly but inevitably
Tiger Riding for Beginners 