i know intuitively

rocks love to be accompanied by a cello.  Listen, bow across strings;  time is ticking toward 2023. Delicious rain anoints every stone and transforms hills verdant.  Late morning glistens; the 2 cats sleeping.  Soup for lunch and the luxury of remembering an expanding circle of friends.

Thinking of the solid

and realizing it is nothing more than a basket of atoms whirling with galaxies between.  Well, perhaps that's speculation. But the veins are lovely.  Guess I'll contemplate my left hand.   

Roots & light

And, of course, the creative third -- rocks.  Can't get enough of rocks.  Life is good as Fall is falling all around us. 

Cosmic eye

Consider this the next time you walk by a couple of small rocks—the cosmic eye is often embedded in a rock.  How celestial, is that!  

Never forget

Dreams are lanscapes. Please. Please never forget, rocks are precious and unique.

The desert is dessert

for the senses. For feet. For the sweet passing of time. To resculpt muscle memory. Each rock, a particular language. A precise ancestory.

Location

Looking toward downtown San Francisco from Fort Point

My Mom used the prase "location, location" as code that a house was lovely but where it was built, lacked.

Unlike to the right, where clouds are finely situated.  And the rocks, too.  As well situated as that particular word set in a poem.  As a persimmon in a salad.

Location is in the eye, in the ear, in the taste.