Crater Lake. puttering up the windy lane of drab ashy asphalt surrounded by deep dark chocolate stones pointy and pocked. Was a wonder to experience earth anew… surrounded only by pumice stone. They tell you only on Mars way out there but it’s here - the craters, the stone, the stark simple deep rich decadence of blue and brown. I had no idea the blue was coming. Yes above the sky high blue was a sight. reaching the summit the exhale preceded the inhale of a thousand wonders never thought or seen or felt yet so familiar as if returning to ancestral lands. The Caldera at Jemez whispered the same tune fifteen years later while tickling rust off the forgettfulness… they tell of time stark and still and fixed in unhidden absolute. And so this was the first big blue that bit my tongue and twirled time beyond the seven seas of possibility towards the illusion of yesterday-today- tomorrow-not yet-coming-gone-we’ll see. The beginning Big Blue that pushed further towards greeting they say Kodiak bear paw and single engine planes, 200 pounds of silver skinned flesh soon to be slivered no longer seen first time seen. sitting on the back of a turtle mound on her belly, gazing out and up and beyond only to SEA when scraggly beards slumbered and smeared boards were wiped clean and infinity found in perpetual summer sea blue never dream eyes open always dream interrupted by fox yelps and bear yawns when the huff and puff of factory life exhaled for four orbits around that time-teller.
Time-teller…. that 200 lb silver god or goddess carried in by 8 hands was as majestic and wise and deep and dark and knowing as the exfoliating face of holy volcanic lands. With a laughing smile that beauty said see me remember me i am still here and forever will be, don't ever forget cuz theres no death on these scales. only this gift of sight.
One little hint of a whiff of a molecule caught in the olfactory nerves triggers a cascading waterfall of life into remembrance…. one bar of a tune can bring back the choreography of decades of life. The sight of the magnificence of life bolts out of the mundane and plain grayscale of society …. bold beauty deep pores crackling mouth lines and whips while hooting and hollering with all their might. and of course audrey hepburn’s voice screams out in memory - move your blooming arse. then the wudang master enters without sound in complete harmony with every fractal that forms and speaks in silent tongue - stillness is what is needed. And the frog on the lotus flower sings out to the moonlight above along with cricket bowstrings and firefly conductors…. they know… the balancing act… the fine line of tension held on the dynamic motion of water molecules filled with life… breathing life… using all senses at all times… the grand pappies and grand nannies of lightning bolt legs and super sensory skin in a very patient and still and solid soft form. Exhalting their virtues... of course I am... and may it always be so.
Blue is timeless blue is expanse blue is forgiving blue is beyond blue is blue
as woad, indigo, azurite, lapis, cobalt, and copper show you.
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