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....