Truths incandescence ignites the night in beauty. It's motion mimics the stars. The night is safe. In weaving of unity beneath these stars a rocken ledge becomes a stoop to stand on, a city street becomes a dusty dirt road, and a pothole in the city rises up to become a many watered dream of a river to live by. What not, if that's not the dream. A growing mountain worn by time as a lumbering giant seated in row. Each banked up side feeding fruition to forever as it's tree dusted sides meld with the valley invisible. Their declaration in solidity of a colored place where trees grow, rivers move overseen by their sted and steel. Each magic mountain, each loaming feild taking place in turning growing between the invisible. There the place of mountains grow. I stood there once, between valley floor, punctuated by the invisible, letting the river through, gasping for lost breath given over to beauty. Where beside does it grow, in sleeping slumber, in mounting tide. In the engrossing of liquid loam in the light of settling green. As the rolling of hills calming in May legume likely anchored in the beauty of forever's handsome truth. Aside by a tree as birds whistle in call my head cocked in unison in the heed of even warning closeness. Speak from afar and know in appreciation of needs needing weakness in love for a place that repeatedly saved me. While I will never go and always remember please visit in quiet times as my love is to deep. I am caring, cared, scared to hurt, not from fear, but from losing something that fills the depths of me. In my wonder wandering I may be alone, talking beside many, gifting beside few, familiail in settling calm which I may never know, straddling a river I dare never cross yet remaining peace within within with friends finally as there own. I love you. I am friend. In similar gifts continue. Shhhh talk in need and connection. We will settle for a while. Work similar grow. Friend, I am good. That is love for me. Keep watch and pass on. Intelligence safe. Thank you for safety. I love you. Nature.
Steelhead Dream

Sunday, May 31, 2020
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