The glassy waters are chillier today; the contagion of reds, golds, and browns has spread from within, and the ancient ones experience the slow ecstasy of death. Winds of a harvest moon slow on the forest murk, and a tide below the surface will become a tsunami against an invincible cliff. Release thyself to the flow of eternity in infinity and you will be reborn by yourself and for yourself, one with reality in ten dimensions.
the sapphire albatross winding way of will break the hardest and wear away until all has measured furthest and met down that last hill as all the drops converge becoming less even still all becomes one in the ocean of time all is perfect not a single spill
I have tossed around the white seas all night Waiting for sleep to pull me beneath the waves My mind struggled but my body was limp Wu wei: action through inaction What shall I decide to do? I decide not to decide In the morning, golden cucumber skies greet me My mind lies down and my body rises