These perfect skies, and this most perfect view.
The Expanse between these two is not barren.
Is not this tree a growth beneath a majestic place, and like a sprouting of it?
I make claim of this mountain. Just like I claim anything I see as my own.
A Metamorphosis, from Frog to Prince
I wish I lived here. Where creek meets heaven. Forever, and into its forever.
This mountain is infested with green, and the earth itself infested with life.
All things eventually become overgrown, and are taken back.
I found in the dirt something ancient and it spoke ghostly wisdom.
This tree may be a symbol. Of growth thru time, and of the natural world’s indelible truth.
I stand above him, but the man of action is on top of the world. Look at his danger. I could only hope.
Born in among these sparse branches, is a youth wanting to emerge.
I can see deeply, into many worlds.
There is more in this life lived, than in my many fictions.
This is a holy place. Keep yourself as Holy as this place.
I speak eternal words, eternal language. These will stand forever.
Wisdom descends to me thru time, like the ripple of water.
I will die, my body will rot. I can only hope what is essential of me will not.
The road is open, and it sweeps quickly by.
“Culture” is a way of seeing the world, and of living within it.
Travel to higher spheres of existence.
The Journey is All!