Morning scent of
the breeze. Something like autumnal new beginnings though it is early summer if
anything. Yet, - perhaps it is a new phase that presents itself, like the
I-Ching might denote. Maybe one should consult it. No, - that is all from the
past, those things. Even the true ones are like spiritual gimmicks for the
lacking. The ascending sun and the hint of something in the air. Maybe it
rained a bit. Tomato plant, adopted for its crooked stature, is thriving. Black
cats are thriving. Nobody wants the old or crooked. These are the things that
must be taken care of the most. Somewhere north, there are inlets and rope
bridges and fish, shore walls and balconies and places to walk by the water.
Old river stones and more. But it will have to wait. We are between the South (city)
and the North (country), and sometimes it is as if in a dream. Strange
wanderings, nocturnal dreams. I saw in spirit not a great totem Eagle, Wolf, or
romantic artifact. I saw an old dog, from someone’s past, peaking out of the
shade. It took me a long time to see what it was, who it was, to connect the
dots. Even in the spirit world or perhaps especially, one needs patience.
Morning scent of the breeze. Watch the flowers grow, watch the signs in the sun
and the ones under the moon also.
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