We gather amidst the classic architecture of paper winning measurements. Larger and larger came the list of numbers with meaning and direction. Reciprocation unstacked in a flight of bridging steps.

Time spent dreaming guides a glimpse of patterns and contrast. Undulation of form from vibration, endlessly cajoling; dancing with promise but never to imagine where it stops.

It doesn’t matter, rather seeing a walk to the idea, settle or so; it is OK to keep moving and inquiring.

Dance, lift, fly unfettered, sing the song that is playing in our eyes. Sometimes rapids, others a meandering slumber with a shower of ease and drawing heat. Follow the design, it never lags but remains seeking, pulling, answering.


Wind patterns shaping the curves and pillows keeping pace, tumultuous frantic smiling bliss. Carried with care as a gratitude that gleams with pink and shine. Fresh, new like never seen before and unaware of a how a deeply ingrained presence exhibits truth.

Startled in a state of reflection and reminiscent of sweet pasts and glide. Yes, it is possible because if I am who am I catching fish and bottling heat and rolling --- then it can be desired without a search for inquiry.

Let it be. Endure the suggestion into act.

Be quiet and exult.