don't see them as "stars", but rather points of light. We always move toward light.
i stitched the stick, the mast of the Sail. I think i don't want it there. Will take it away. I look. And am i (we) the Sail?, the vessel?, the substance moved Through?…is this substance Wind? is it the literal Water?, Sea? or is it just an image of the Going, none of the afore mentioned, just an image of the Going, being what goes and what carries the going? the being, the life of the being? I think it is the just going. No delineation of where the "i" is, the i is no different from the whole….is made of the same stuff.
windthread 
Leave a comment