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I understand My long gone friend That there are many paths to tread Into the night By sweet moonlight Careful words No more swords Not behind, home But in the heart No matter which path I shall tread To edge of night All through this life Remembered Remembered This time has passed Gone brown, the grass Whatever path I may now tread Under starlight White shores, beyond Green country Swift sunrise White shores, calling I understand That we shall, one day, meet again Forsaken hope Forgotten wish Autumn glades It all fades

source from a friend, ancient themes and common ones, too. a well, tired hands pulling worn rope over rocky edge, wistful and wishful waters to sooth and nourish forgotten gardens, in which there is yet endless blooming.

seems the theme for now is peacefulness…. being idle and not fretting for the sense of stillness.

i suppose i should take comfort in the fact that these always show up right before some manner of quantum leap.

i’ve given a lot of thought to what is about to be said. it likely will read more harsh than intended, but i give it to the page as it is and trust in that it will be what it should be.

awake at o-dark-thirty am yet again, i thought i’d come post ‘something’. but oddly enough, there’s not a lot of ‘something’ in my mind at the moment. so this is likely a ramble.

self-explanatory if you’re familiar with the word. as a piece, source lifted from tonight’s conversation with a treasured friend and to commemorate a moment of caring, sharing, and being that is very much deserving of it.

source images from the open eye cafe, spun down, stretched out, and set upon by swirls. color shift into green because it was too neutral/chromatic. interesting how the center pattern occurred. completely unplanned, as always.

alright. i’m going to do something i do not usually do here. i am going to rant. first, a preface — i am one of those people who try very hard to be tolerant, understanding, and accommodating. but sometimes, even i have to go, “what… the… fuck?!?”

popped awake at 3am. couldn’t get back to sleep. hit email and then, played with photos taken last night in le bohemian town next door. the result, this item, which has source that now exists in layered ‘numinous’ versions elsewhere and as this, here.