the
sound
of
the
wind

the
sound
of
the
wind

the
sound
of
the
wind

the
sound
of
the
wind

bliss
white/blue

bliss
/white

listen

yellow
window

(or)

purple
sky

even
blue

evening,s
end

I've started a twitter account for a bit of surreal nonsensical absurdity. Yeah!

breathe (
) breathe

rest (
) rest

sleep (
)

Super Nova Scotia

the head
the heel
the heart
the whole

xprstuv

xprstur

Cythera by Ian Hamilton Finlay

These are from a piece called "Cythera" by Ian Hamilton Finlay. They belong to a ring of standing stones situated near a busy road in my home town of Hamilton. They have been vandalised to an extent but are still clean. Layers of stone are beginning to crumble but they remain solid. They are framed by the sky as every element of earth should be. When I look up at them I feel both solid and as light as a leaf in air. I feel the earth and I feel the sky. I feel rooted and I feel transcendent.

There are more which I may post at some later date. For now, these words are for me today. They exist for today. This day, as all days, I am of earth and heaven. I am both. When the balance is right, I exist centrally, solidly, softly. I have direction and belonging. I am of and I am to. Of and to. This is a blessing as words on stone are a blessing. Reaching from and to. For, of, in, up, to. Today, somedays, all daze.

B'longtion

Co-op n Out

joyoyoie

Please take a look at ach/och , my blog of Scottish pwoermds, started as part of InterNaPwoWriMo.

Tsunami