There is what one can and what one wants. One is the space, the other serves as the drive. But sometimes the want, like horses pulling your carriage, can........... run out of control. An inner, guiding principle, or a destination, can then provide the will and temperance to retake control.
but heart aches
and tongue shakes with anticipation
of saying what has no words.
in fast memories
and yet long
rich with chance and adventure
A bright gem of experience
belongs not to one but to both
We fuse in time indelible.
Then time shifts
the fork in the road nears
and joy slopes into longing
the future longing of the bright past
Flies deliberately dance with each other, they interact, stop and observe, and act again, with strong intention.
The sky is brighter and bluer than anywhere else I've seen.
Flowers bloom at over 3.3km of altitude.
People are truthful and forthcoming.
Tsampa has a most amazing consistency.
Ravens have yellow beaks.
One species of bird flies over the flat grasslands, hovers, flaps its wings, and chirps ultra-excitedly and continuously, announcing its excitement to everyone else in the grassland. Seems crazy, and is amazing.
Sunset begins with a white pure light, and paints a beautiful journey of colors and angles with the horizon clouds through creamy white, creamy yellow, denser yellow, light orange, heavy orange, and finally grey.