The time there are thoughts about thoughts, carved names on a shedding tree bark and two little poems written while immersed in nature.

Are you ready for a quick reading sesh? Enjoy!

-- trees with carved names //

Some like carving names on tree barks for whatever sentiments they hold. But do they even care to find out if the tree spirits fancy being handled that way? The skeletons of names hold on to the outer part of the shedding barkv of a tree in front of me. Like all things in phenomenality: They form and will shed in the nick of time. It is just her rhythm. The beauty that lasts is an intangible vibrancy.

-- not at all //

I'm not what I think I am. Not at all what you think I am. Our thoughts can at best approximate and at worst distort. I am what life intends. For a while, in this form.

-- in the breeze //

-- legs //

-- pure //

They will all recede when you let them through. The art is in letting them through.