walking all day

a blueness above  Castillo de los Templarios Ponferrada, Spain Let us observe Let us observe only two of the many different shades of blueness that flow through and sometimes stick around to inhabit silent corners of the big wooden room of our consciousness, lit only by dark blue-gold flame and old stars within it—withdrawn from what our organs of sense seem to make of what they gather—the colors the sounds and smells and the emotional instruments played sometimes in dissonance sometimes in harmony and bliss but you have to work hard for it—this blueness—cold and hot at once—inhabits all eight bars open on lonely avenue and the light strummed into vibrations of light from the wing-feathers of the eastern bluebird and bowed on strings into low frequencies radiating rich dark blue light from the movement across the varied hues of early summer green of the fleeting iridescence of the blue— o...

Castillo de Sarracín Vega de Valcarce near the border  between the ancient kingdoms of León and Galicia in the old kingdom of dark mountains i. In the old kingdom of dark mountains in deep solitary glades where sunlight penetrates dense canopies ceilings of limb and leaf generates an aura of unique holiness and human inhabitation seems no more ii. looking back don’t look back look back in anger look back in regret look back in sin but looking back can strain your neck and destabilize your forward motion iii. in the new kingdom of asphalt and fiber optics where the horror  awaits  some of us on facebook or instagram or in those tweets and the horror  awaits  some of us in the old kingdom of dark mountains fog-invisible peaks and chasms of the soul