"as I wisped flawlessly within the reeds of tall late summers grass, edging at the rich purple blue deep eastern darkening realm--I turned towards the collapsing expanse of burning golden-red-orange delighted implosionism, pulling streaming screaming silent tendrils of supernovic awe... and the beauty never, ever, stopped.." -- 9/21/02 - autumnal equinox thought i'd share that, I wrote it then and each equinox since I love to re-read it. Twas as I came up on mushrooms in a prarrie grass-land at sunset. Beauty was in both directions, sort of the polarity of the rising darkness (so sublime) and the obviousness and brilliance of the setting sun. or something. PEACE TO YA'll, and HAPPY AUTUMNAL EQUNIOX
