We crossed waves upon waves, as seen from the air, and time passed, compressing the experience to a dozen uncomfortable hours, instead of months of sea and sun.
Land down under our intention, Playing music our desire.
Steam and sulfur greeted us, from Stygian depths. Welcoming threats, with extended tongues, and rolling eyes, A forever Māori bond.
Land down under our intention, Playing music our desire.
Green fields and Wooly shapes, Forced into paths by a crouch, and in ever smaller circles.
Dogs that leap from back to back, As stoic sheep chew and ponder… The audience.
Land down under our intention, Playing music our desire.
7/17/03
Palms that wave, the royal wave that comes from years of training.
An extended frond that slowly turns in the wind, greeting and beckoning, with grace and noble beating.
I have this multiple vision, of a flat horizontal sea, framed by palms, and the net of a swinging hammock. I must be on vacation.
7/18/03
Today I stepped on new earth that rose from magma deep. mother giving birth to child, as unlovely to look at as can be imagined.
Yet time will pass, and the child will develop, and gain the raiments of forest and grass, while we scamper on the surface like sand mites, barely aware of our host, and the time it takes to get here.
Today I stepped upon new earth, vaguely aware of our parasitic nature.
About johndiestler
Retired community college professor of graphic design, multimedia and photography, and chair of the fine arts and media department.
6/20/03
We crossed waves upon waves, as seen from the air, and time passed, compressing the experience to a dozen uncomfortable hours, instead of months of sea and sun.
Land down under our intention, Playing music our desire.
Steam and sulfur greeted us, from Stygian depths. Welcoming threats, with extended tongues, and rolling eyes, A forever Māori bond.
Land down under our intention, Playing music our desire.
Green fields and Wooly shapes, Forced into paths by a crouch, and in ever smaller circles.
Dogs that leap from back to back, As stoic sheep chew and ponder… The audience.
Land down under our intention, Playing music our desire.
7/17/03
Palms that wave, the royal wave that comes from years of training.
An extended frond that slowly turns in the wind, greeting and beckoning, with grace and noble beating.
I have this multiple vision, of a flat horizontal sea, framed by palms, and the net of a swinging hammock. I must be on vacation.
7/18/03
Today I stepped on new earth that rose from magma deep. mother giving birth to child, as unlovely to look at as can be imagined.
Yet time will pass, and the child will develop, and gain the raiments of forest and grass, while we scamper on the surface like sand mites, barely aware of our host, and the time it takes to get here.
Today I stepped upon new earth, vaguely aware of our parasitic nature.
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About johndiestler
Retired community college professor of graphic design, multimedia and photography, and chair of the fine arts and media department.