the place

I have seen the place

where I am everything.

Where I have no need of a name

to define my being.

For here

I have shed the self

and I am content

to be part of all the moving.

With in a fragment of time

I am but a particle

moved by wind and rain.

In my moment

I will dance and then fall.

The self I worked to be

released.

Somehow here

I am good with this.

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Took these photos last summer on the north rim of the Grand Canyon. I did not even see the color spectrum until I was home and gazing at the photo. Notice how from the distance forward (in the above Photo) it goes from blue to purple to reds and then the yellow foreground.

I also find humor in writing about surendering individulizm in a blog that defines me as an individual.

Jeff diggin' it all