... I needed to think, to be alone, and where else can one be alone but on the sharp end of a rope the feeling of mastery, the complete control, before the whole world explodes into understanding as the rope sings you to a stop, the slamming crescendo of stoppers, hexes and carabiners. In the brief void following the fall, my empty mind would have its epiphany. ...
As I walk through the valley in the shadow of death...as my hand touches rock it sends an impulse to the rest of my body sometimes I close my eyes just to focus on the movement all with one purpose : to achieve that perfect stance and then it changes....again...as life...and the earth breathes its power into my mind and body in the perpetual strive for balance....and then it changes....again ....then the rock becomes life...Yin and Yang....peace! Peace on earth! P.s. showers are overrated
please continue your bold writings on the movement of the climbing rocks. i very much enjoy. perhaps you are familiar with my writing of haiku style about the climbing rocks and making bold flash? Myah?
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