aimlesslyi wander a dream…betsuzashiki(my detached room)
Author: tedvanzutphen
valley of the gods . . . the balance of the road, less traveled
running with horses . . . endless spring
. . . for those who meet age leading a horse by the mouth, each day is a journey, the
a grackle, ruffling it’s feathers . . . and song
hot springs . . . from your silent depths, absorbing
two clouds in a blue sky . . . merging
shrouded mountains . . . your presence pierces the distance
this snail taking his shell … where?
Leaving home, coming home
One small box of last minute grabs, some travel books and my computer are waiting on the pool table