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Originally Posted by G_burnett  hello dip
just about nomadic but as the planetary alignment took place my ambers rose to vortex swirls akin to the Aborigines of Australia when they too sent a thingy into space and surprised NASA with there shot around the earth thingy when what looked like fireflies surrounded there craft ... up and up they rose to the sound of wrens and owls croaks of frogs, past lifted trees, mighty pine, fir and ceder boroughs at the dusk, swaying to the music of the stars and just for a moment .. I could hear an see the dancers decorated with ash as all fell aloft in a distant forlorn sound of the loon ...
so as the alignment was past, I came home alas!
Peace! ~ graham |
Graham..you certainly have a profound way of expressing yourself. "The forlorn sound of the loon"...I love it as it breaks the morning and etches out across a huge expanse of water..its like in one moment the juxtoposition of a weary soul contemplating life in a solitary moment of aloneness yet a cry that asks us to devour more of life. Strange is it not how this errie sound and cry seems to be capable of reaching right down to our deepest depths..smiles