Recording the audio. 30 minutes, I stay totally still,
foot on floor, heel on the ground.
My arms wrap around the wooden back of the bench. And I am still.
Outside & in.
Only the occasional gentle turning of my head.
So what space is that?
One where thought comes only through intention to act,
interaction with others in a world passing by.
Just listen to the wisdom of the rocks & the hills
Movement of clouds
Patterns in snow ledges
waiting to dance as avalanches crashing down the deathslide of the rockface
to the helta skelta glacier below.
It's all here, everything you could ever truly need to know is here,
written in the wind, painted in the clouds,
singing in the
voice of the mountain
[peuiyah kah meunii]
and dancing in the trees
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