2007-08-01 - 12:42 a.m.

the tapestry of self displayed, different wedges of lifecolor, radiant & dull contoured both, at times mirroring the fogladen coast of santa cruz..

Ah, Ye. Oh my soul.... perhaps I've neglected thee. And perhaps in my thoughts swimming & these incessant changes, I've neglected the World's Soul too.. I mean no irreverence, oh Holy earth. That thy winds may blow through me, healing, purifying, soothed mountain breeze......

These times, a Lunar flooding, a complete emotional swelling & immersion, an inwardly driven raft in subconscious ocean, myriads of thought, raptures, yearnings, Mayic shades & laughter of wisdom bursting through in moments. & so damn difficult at times. 25 I am, a new snakeshedding, the painful exodus of birth. I enter ye Again-----for I am shaking off this painfilled shudder, again naked, trembling.