so every thought has a ripple, magic is the butterfly trailing becomes a cloud above a river where my roots have slithered, leaning back now to the sunshine thru redwoods, a vision of eyes in this fire. So much energy being converted, this heat provokes meditative understading. Just got back from camping, thought I would improvise and spit some jazz for you guys. :H
lovely imagery... like a train of thought floating out on a cool breeze... calming and wonderful. tanks for sharing!
Tanks for sharing, rolling in @ sunrise, I was still drunk when I rose to see the tanks, and the men and the fire, and half my body laying over there.
