Memories, Dreams, Reflections
... Planet Shiki and beyond ...
Camano Island Baby
How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity. - Emily Dickinson ... and this happy little stone now lives in my shower room ...
But in silence, in dreams' projections, While the world of gain and appearance and mirth goes on, So soon what is over forgotten, and waves wash the imprints off the sand, With hinged knees returning I enter the doors, (while for you up there, Whoever you are, follow without noise and be of strong heart.) - Walt Whitman
When the light mingles harmoniously with the dark ... and they dance unafraid of the illusion of their polarity ... the sublime spirit of beauty is written by fire in air and water over the earth.