Greetings
1 rain ok 2 rains ok three rains ok ok ok
how many rains ok
1 lake ok 2 lakes ok 3 lakes ok ok ok
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I had to clear your vision
What am I to believe Nick?
1 wheel ok 2 wheels ok 3 wheels ok 4 wheels ok ok ok
Off trail, heart of an Old Growth forest, Home 1224
Coming out and in of forests, old growths, second growths
King’s Creek has swelled with the season
We put some rocks and tree trunks to cross it
Walked off the path and witnessed the destruction of the last wind storm
What am I to believe Nick?
Want to go out again
They came and played in the woods
Took some and left some
When you broke free
We received a new one thousand year old bowl
The birds flying high you know how I feel
Our house is fed by subterranean streams
You can hear it at night in your dreams
The forest protects us
They speak all the languages.
Gonzalo 211224
Metempsychosis,212025
Metempsychosis
Dear,
You are not spoken for
Your living image is yours
Yours is a mystery
A beautiful mystery
Nothing to possess
But free
To do as you please.
312025.
Lu Dongbin entering Zhuangzi’s butterfly dream 23125
30 de mayo 2024
September 2024
3125
Speaking trees communicate in silence
While listening in communion with the rain, the wind and the animals.
There are marks for if you were this or that.
Birds chirping quietly quietly.
Suddenly you enter into the voice of rushing water
You are past the midpoint of no return
Ahead you have more forest and at the end the sky and a body of water
The ground is dense
Many centuries of untouched ground
One of the water’s voices calls you
You continue descending
You squat down by the stream and remember your mother and the book you never read
You preferred writing your own story for it was your mother’s story
It doesn’t matter the water will take it away
It couldn’t be more still than in the water
Who knows who will listen to it as it flows away.
4125
Mother,
Your word is a courageous word
Your spirit lives on
Through many names and living images.
I love you always
8125 at 7:58 am.
What can we say now
In her house dwells the heart of an old growth forest
You must be well anchored to witness it
And only through spirit
Many get lost there
They say trapped
Specially if they go in the dark
If they fake knowledge they die
They become pacified
Although some end up in infernos
The assembly listened
A cool breeze moved through the forest
Each visitor connected in the vision of the Mother
All made offering to the Mother for all the gifts received
Some called her by the name Tao, she spoke all the languages
The stories that came out of her gathering are innumerable to
Quantified thus she turned them into wheels, stairs and all kinds of
Artefacts.
The book had been supplemented and only those that did not learn it
Ended up cut off from the gathering
Only present as a seed to be born at a different turning
The books are only recited by memory but all the words are lost.
Undated poem.
