Changes From A Standing Fox: Day 3

In an unfailing attempt, blues take on the underground and haunt the white in the sky. Perplexing silver disappears under a watery blanket and wakes yet once again. Gold is resting along this blanket and both seem to admire each other from afar even though their hips collide.

The ocean is the wealthiest of places; it is rich and yet never receives. It gives, but does not loose. And its fertile gardens produce ecstasy and grief all the same and we are not burdened by its horror, but rather pleased, because only here do we sense the inverted collisions of our thoughts and morals and beliefs; they all end where the water lines kiss the blanketed earth.



Happy 4th.