Journeys…
Inner and outer melt…
the Place is another, and it takes time to land…
the Sun is stronger,
and the Clouds are closer…
Walking in the Sun,
Walking in the Clouds.
Mountain and so called me, melt,
Ocean and so called me, melt,
Silence and so called me explode gently,
and the Confusion of “civilization” is absurde and obscene.
Lizard and Eagle are Watching,
the Sky is Watching,
Cactus are Watching,
while the Wind blows every bit Away.
It can be hard and wonderful to Walk,
it can be hard and wonderful to Live…
Holyday…Holy Day,
Holy
Day.