You take the high road and I'll take the low road.
And I'll be in dreamland before you.
The way up is the way down.
Lower World, Middle World, Upper World. Go traveling like a shaman, and you might find the cosmos is not arranged like a layer cake.
Good morning, willow. I share your green yearnings.
Any tree may be the Tree of Life, whose roots are in heaven.
The young Rimbaud said that to prepare himself to write poetry, he would stare into a river until he could see a cathedral at the bottom. Sometimes this takes no time at all, because the world of living symbols is looking at you. This is what I found at the lake in my local park today.
photos (c) Robert Moss
