Thursday, 30 November 2006

angels on the beach

an edge living on the edge birds fly from the rock edge water hits land and disappears into air velella velella by-the-wind-sailor come to land and die in their thousands truly having lived on the edge leaving their fate to the hand of god consider the lilies they go where the air and water take them
we move very little and observe in ourselves the desire to go into the water noting also that we are both too unwell to even take a decent walk

part of an ointment 'all in a day's work' event. Lou laurens and I visited the site: ceibwr, some days after the others.