Ancient Fairchild Oak Stripped away with saws and rakes More room for the dead
The History: The day brought me to a memorial garden with Fairchild Oaks draped in Spanish Moss. I watched as a group of 12 cleared the tree for more dead ground. I decided when I'm reborn next, I'll call my name Mori.
Gazing out towards this ocean This endless blue sea Warm water cool breeze Coarse sand Under my feet Waves crashed Waves beat I understood what it meant What it meant to be free As I gazed towards this ocean This endless blue sea
As the mind clear and the dawn flickers with the passing seconds, allowing the minutes to tip-toe by leaving a imprint across the night sky. Quietly disappearing with the dawn that is merrily sneaking in to take place of the earlier darkness with sounds that joins the light. It serenades ever so peaceful while being a warm delightful ascending melody of the winds and some birds playing and dancing in a still blurry vision which accompanies the opening of one’s eyes upon rising. To be in the sight of beauty; the first glimpse of a sparkle catches the watchers soul with a grasp is paralyzing of joy. Now the sounds of heavy breathing has infected ears to induce joy and happiness. Knowing that it is I who is sharing space that the morning sunshine has solidarity control. Now it is me; yes me who know shares this space with your lovely soul…
Like a spinning stone, skipping along the surface, waiting to sink, and find it's place back among the bedrock. A Busy Brain, dances through the years, yearning to still it's thoughts, that it may sink into it's purpose
I listen to the sounds of the breeze I focus deeply upon its hum as it travels through the atmosphere. It drifts past my ears creating a humanly like voice I attentively tilt my head. What that last phase was...I cannot be sure. Yet I lift my body up attentively and look out into the night.
