Tag: rain

  • 525: Flow

    Present and open, the exquisite machinery of the experience. Suspending judgements, all out roads merge inward. Face turned to the sensory rain. Wide eyes and soul agape Flow.

  • 514

    The span, it provokes as ever. Calls you onward, inward. O presence and depth, unhesitant further. Enthral the skin Drench the mind in peace, the soul in Ecstasy.

  • 498: The inextinguishable

    You are the inextinguishable sun. And it will rain no doubt, and for your magnificent shine that it has weakened may you weep. See your gift is not diminished but altered and evolves a rainbow.

  • 390

    For a little over a month now Sydney has been swept by an habitual storm fall every Sunday, preferring its visits late in the afternoon. It’s as though the skies have been pent-up all week and delight, as we all do to finally let go. It is always the same; a short stay, a passing […]

  • 385: Sally in the Winter

    I was discovering the advantages and obstacles of increased perception. From posting my meditations high above instead of among the boulevards of twisted metal and scrap industry dreams of the old coughing steel-city. A town that flirts with change like single romantics who give twice as little as consume, and so edge forward in a […]

  • 373

    Once in a while expose your bones to cold weather, and take with a break-away suddenness, a walk into the Winter morning to exhilarate your torpid nerves before you perpend yourself out of the experience. Let lead for once the thrill of sensation. The speed of touch and affect over bracing. Bracing means a gap […]

  • 364: March

    By a failure in the middle or some componential devastation, the chords precisely though struck, warp their resonation in vague and sombre swerves and lovely arcs unreliable like a firework and paint your face with flame licked fascination! And she dances still, unperturbed. In happy chains, O graceful prisoner in a dateless sentence, tied in […]

  • 348: Patagonia part 5

    We were lucky with the weather, as fine days seemed to follow us mostly everywhere we went. Though it was the middle of Summer, the temperatures were as high as 30 to mid 30’s in Santiago, then dropped to around 4 deg Celsius I think, in Ushuaia. The wind could be quite fierce at times […]

  • 334

    Even if one cannot interpret the worthwhile qualities inherent in wet weather, it is still a good rain nonetheless, that reminds of the more companionable and traversable moods of the elements, and heightens the gladness when visited by once more. Nature bestows that one prepares for, and can thus be found in all Her temperaments […]

  • 309: Patagonia part 4

    No matter now in what city I find myself, when a cold wind is such that it penetrates to the marrow, and scatters the rain into a melee of fine mist-fall visible under a street light, I can’t help but peering up at the brume be lulled smiling into memories den; down the burning corridors […]