It is good to be among tibetian masters
And to learn the ways of the living
And the dead
How to live
And how to give away this life

A heat I could no longer tolerate.  I gulped from the bottle as sweat drenched my brow.  

The lines had been drawn.  Arbitary divisions separating positions.  Journeys were to be undertaken, 'long is the road' was the chant.

Tibetian prayer flags flapped in the winds. Abandoned newspapers whirled as if suspended on strings.

Wake up!

The bottle was empty.  Our time had arrived.  Hearts were beating.  This day was sublime.

Im Happy I Am Me
DragonFlys & Trees
Magikal Forest
Beautiful Scenery
Angelic Energy
Dimensional Beings
Suround Me
Fairys From Under The Sun
On A Vine Dance And Sing
Swing Through Misty Creeks
Wings Shed Rain Of Pleasured
Joy
The Whispers Of The Spirtis
Are Beyond A Treasured Noise
Celtic Elfs
Tibetian Singing Bowls
Chassels On The Shelf
Happiness Blooms From Me
Roses And Flowers Resting
Gorgoeusly By The Creek
Theres A Gentle Hug From Breeze
Theres A Lady That Seems To Hear Then Appear To Anything We Need
Theres A Man That Cannot See And Can Not Stand But Knows The Way From Sea To Sea

Its the emptiness
And where it takes you.
The small pieces of invisibility

That follow you around
Your living shroud
The screaming crowd.

Its hiking backwards up a Tibetian cliff
And finding yourself still firmly planted
at the bottom.

It can catch you in the throat
The way dust
Collects thickly in a storm

Of resolute beliefs
And philosophies
Of cinders afire.