I am the unmoved and unmoveable in a fluid world.
The flat top of the hill is a resting place from the toils beneath.
A ladder to the sky gives perspective on a life which seems too large.
Bridging a gap knits two sides together so steps can be taken.
When one water flows across another they don't meet but complement.
When stone has melted it sets again in a better place.
The cry of the drum is heard most when it is silent.
Gone is a word known well by loss. When gone is gone, loss is understood.
Black is an envelope for all colour, sealed and sent with a red stamp.
Coherence is when co-workers are here, now, together, and the tasks are fairly shared.
I bend with no effort. I flow with no burden. I gaze with no want.
The down-pushed air displaces sound and creates wingbeats in time.
Sunfire clings to water drops to arc the air in tri-elemental display.
One good laugh deserves another.
I mirror you, you mirror me until infinity flows around us.
He walks alone with no trace.
I am private. If I show you me I have no involvement.
Melt the deep ice and the fossils are released.
When may this isle be mine?
Be clear. Be straight. Be true.
