While there is swing, and drift, the calligraphy of the black wing — like the curling path of the Raven, there in the morninglight, with the spatter of rain, the sun just glimmers through.
I can only dream that today will reveal something remarkable — something, literally — to re-mark, to notate, to scribe in the movements that might — in the alphabetic legacy, reach back 600 years. Or in the rhythm running the thread of time — re-mark something 2000 years back. Any day, there should be a reach back in time, once to the beginning.
From me to you — your dream — I’m just asking for you to open it.
TIM | THE PIKE PLACE MARKET
DRIVING THE TEAM TO THE MIND OF A CLOUD
Girvin Cloudmind | http://bit.ly/eToSYp