Singing an old song under the roar of the mower, and in those times when I found myself alone as I worked to clear several stands of new growth saplings. It was a shame to cut them. The song helped in keeping up my spirits.

Peace, in the oneness of things.

Goodbye and hello, as always.
the ghost crab--strange creature.

All things are one.

The question of projection, and the peoples love for it.