Monday, June 4, 2007

first inspiration

I feel far north of everything south as I roll east on my two wheels of rubber. My early morning image of sleepy eyes awoke by sunrise & this early morning breeze. Singing deep sounds of poerty to passing trees. My bike, my body, this morning image reflected in this clear & cold mountain lake. I jump in & engage my daily mantra of shattering stagent and stuck thoughts of unserving self-images. Shivering wet cold, I give thanks for naked silence and wild places with no judgement... My self-image; awake alive beautiful & healthy. I spend another day in the steep and rugged canyons of snowy peaks rivers & lakes. Some how I have fallen into a love affair with the image of being a wild mountain man. My looks growing wild & wolly in a high mountain wind storm. I live there in this illusion dillusion confusion. Everday I walk run or ride on this rugged steep crevis of earth. I am absorbed and obsessed with this playground of dropping deeper into the truth of my image.. Maybe here I'll rest on this pristine mountain valley. Ready to actualize this growing deep dream of stacking granite stone & shaving fresh logs. Creating my beautiful image of wilderness home....

4 comments:

molly said...

OH YEA!!!! I'm so excited you're putting your writing out there for the world! Cannot wait for more...

Christina said...

that's so beautiful. hope you share lots more of your writing..

Wilmer said...

You have always shared from your heart.
LULT

Boz said...

Where oh where has my ekim gone, where oh where is he. The air is bright my nostrils sting where oh where is he. Prunes and hummus make me sing oh where IS he. High and low through the grove, over the bend and around the love I wonder where he be. Im near and far, close and away closing in on the next potato exhaust frenzy.


Boz