May 1, 2007

Greetings,

It is early before dawn on May 1st. Today. Wild birds sing in trees, geckos slurp sounds. A snail carries it's shell through a garden. I open an old Moleskine at random. The entry is May 1, 2007 in China.

The entry reads: "188,494 A Century is Nothing edited down. 5-6,000 words "cut" since March. It may be ready to throw the monster out into the world...perhaps another? fine line edit to fine tune the beast with objective detachment...?

White winged flock, distant green hills, big formation. Wing further light. Floating white, green, orange sunset, quick trail bike ride, white moon, cloud dancer, east light, dusk

no words

vision 

obscured visible

in-out breath

moon lovers

Metta.

 

Children's Lies

Greetings,

Children's lies are signs of great talent.

One of life's little lessons released with the accusatory tone of regret leveled with resignation - a rather quick in-out- breath of salt on her sharp tongue where she asked more questions than she would ever need to answer.

This startling truth of a woman, thin and beautiful left her trailing voice behind her wisdom and intention.

The flower woman's location was filled with roses, roses, all colors, all varieties in the heat. It was a beautiful oasis in the city. He sat down hiding in the garden.

Metta.