The lessons of wind and sea, mountains and valleys, rivers and desert, mirror primordial human feelings. From the sea the blessed child learns of constancy and continuity in the rolling waves and unsurpassed sameness. The deep wine blue mystery hides unfathomable life. The sharp salt breeze refreshes and pinches thoughts from the mind. Yet intermittent shoals break the sameness of the sea. They are elusive, hidden, scarcely revealing themselves in the spray that rises from conflict. Elsewhere craggy rocks rise and fall to the heartbeat of the waves. Water surges in and out, hiding then revealing the sandy shore that momentarily, again and again, waits in peace. Meanwhile the pillow dreams floating on the horizon lull one to passivity. Hence does the emptiness of the mind mirror the emptiness of the sea. Into such barrenness time brings the distant gray sky to bear. Soon the torrent engulfs all in its path, bringing the terror of change and movement. Then once again calm. The humid world of the sea casts fog all about, which envelops, hides, the path of the storm’s destruction.
Highlands rise abruptly from the shore to form shining seamarks for sailors far from home. Forbidding, elusive, distant home of the divine, blazing in the sunlight one minute, hidden from sight another. Storm clouds steal upon the high peaks, mesmerizing, stifling. Bone-chilling cold startles the ill-prepared traveler, who prays for the sun and the wind, which comes soon enough, razor-sharp, searing, eroding all but the hardiest forms of life that retreat to the cracks and crevices of the rocky summits. Life hangs on amid chaos.
Mountain sides host a spectacle of descending waters, from drips and trickles of the coolest, clearest dew to the sum of waters, the raging torrent that tosses all things about in its path, a cascade the force and destiny of which is determined from above, rushing from the past to the future, and the sea. Rivers curve amid a mosaic of surrounding hills, lofty overlooks to the waters below. Moisture seeks the quickest descent. Its efficiency attracts the knowing traveler, who finds security in the thought that a river’s apparent randomness has a purposeful end.
Highlands rise abruptly from the shore to form shining seamarks for sailors far from home. Forbidding, elusive, distant home of the divine, blazing in the sunlight one minute, hidden from sight another. Storm clouds steal upon the high peaks, mesmerizing, stifling. Bone-chilling cold startles the ill-prepared traveler, who prays for the sun and the wind, which comes soon enough, razor-sharp, searing, eroding all but the hardiest forms of life that retreat to the cracks and crevices of the rocky summits. Life hangs on amid chaos.
Mountain sides host a spectacle of descending waters, from drips and trickles of the coolest, clearest dew to the sum of waters, the raging torrent that tosses all things about in its path, a cascade the force and destiny of which is determined from above, rushing from the past to the future, and the sea. Rivers curve amid a mosaic of surrounding hills, lofty overlooks to the waters below. Moisture seeks the quickest descent. Its efficiency attracts the knowing traveler, who finds security in the thought that a river’s apparent randomness has a purposeful end.