lets try this one more time

-Exercise one

Picture a pattern of trees, stark and black against an ashen sky. Their branches are etched sharp against the drab neutrality. Their pattern is fixed and will not change. The gray has no quality, not even the vibrancy of sight behind closed eyes. More than winter, this is certainty; the image found in the eyes of a dead man. Now ask: do you want peace and quiet?


-Exercise two

There is a field of grain, each stalk perfect, which is a field of men. There is that which is perfect in all men, common to all, and to find that thing and touch it is to transform all men. Now ask: is perfection certainty, and are we only perfect when we are dead?


-Exercise three

A plain of sand, and our footprints trail behind us, like the intertwining paths of serpents– the stories of our lives. Faces of those forgotten and buried in the sand share space with those closest to us; the serpents raise their heads around our feet, and bite our heels. The greatest taint of all is the taint left by history on your own soul. Now ask; how can you love, if you see with scarred eyes?



No pain, no gain. World’s a rough. We torment each other. Like acid in a tight metal groove; we etch. Hope?