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
