Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Smoke billows from
stack on the south
side of town,

silver flashes of traffic
on I-95, blue sky behind
full of low clouds,

the great divide, time
when the existence
changed, leading to the
inevitable,

banjo, erh-hu, & mohan vina,
tabula rasa lightens my steps
this sun shining day,

as the smoke rises ever higher
the desire constantly remains.

Nice snapshot, Mark.


'grounded in eternity, moving in the field of time', as Joe Campbell
used to say....