Holding a pencil, dreaming
Head and eyes in the clouds
Trees murmer and protect me,
I vibrate and crush color,
Each movement freely translating
Through me flows transparency
To leave only light,
Reconcile all differences
Free from bondage
Balancing on life's thread
  snapshots of the sea... apnea ... The fibres are carved ... and become hats ... they ravel ... It is a distance covered... and links... to get in touch with me ... what's on  ...