March 14, 2010
Lifting Fog

Unconscious does not know it is. Poor vision sees as far as it can. If a tree falls in a forest, a deaf person will not hear it. The riddles ravel up to truth when moments connect in patterns we are willing and able to smell, taste feel hear and finally see. Sense gets made out of life forward looking back.

Chaos sticks our head up
See cold mountain rising high
Above the damp fog