Now in the blessed days of more and less
when the news about time is that each day
there is less of it I know none of that
as I walk out through the early garden
only the day and I are here with no
before or after and the dew looks up
without a number or a present age
TimeScapes: Rapture from http://vimeo.com/timescapes on Vimeo.
2. Learning to fly (verson i got had no volume, listen with eyes: the stars stars stars)
3. Mountain Light (you can almost see the earthly breathe almost)
People are always talking about time.
What is time, what is travel through time.
Asking, I think, what is life, who am I as traveler through this grandeur; my heart.
*These videos speed up time, but seem to slow it down.
Video compliments of a friend. Wanted to share.
And to all of you, for such beautiful words in comment boxes and my email, Thank You so much. Hope to respond properly later in the month.
Already "unplugged" for less than a week, am more plugged into a source of me. The mind quiet of info clutter is easier to listen into; it opens like a sun swept field of wind. Tall warm wheat bends and whistle-whispers through the solitary absence; later it seems as if little mice feet came to tramp across the blank white page, gift-giving words from an inner earth damp and good with a hidden spring.
blessings, peace, and may your gifts rise up and kiss kiss kiss your face (let me know if they leave little lips of colored lipsticks)