sa[i]d today. "Nur you're the happiest depressed person i know!"

Nur today is told by the trees and the ground to breathe deeply. She overlooks the bay and the mountains in the background tell her it's okay, that she has time to understand. When she looks inside herself, she sees a well of water dripping down the sides of her old woman cavern. The droplets dripping, and the warm aura red and brown, and grudge colored. She talk about herself tlaks about herself. Self-hypnotist-tripnotice-critical-botanical green grass fed... cow.

The cow is a sacred animal. A queen of the pastures.

We walked down the hill. It was serene. There was a straw bed. Blonde head. All that and she remembered what it was like to be fed cow shit. he touched her here and there while her bandmate slept on the floor next to another girl.

Confused, she peered over the edge of the bed, red and velvet, and felt a wave of real confusion. Wave real confusion for past hourly lazy confusion, roomed the through wind, chiming, felt like crying. Again. She like her other sea creatures, just wants to cut people off sometimes.

"It's okay to be sad," smiles the sun.

Mount Rainer glows off in the distance. A pathway of water streaming, then trees creating an inlet, to the grass, to more trees; the mark of humanity are the paths and ideo-paths, the feet that move great distances, only birds would imagine to transgress. Was it a sin to cross from land to sky to water to mountain to woods, and back? We just got our definitions mixed up a bit. When "he" and "she" were created they did not know what they included. Intersex. Intermarriages. Inter-locking notions, overlapping the way the trees do.

"I found out about the moon energy. The moon energy is the foundation upon which all material is built. it is the pattern that creates the patterns we observe. It is the thread-gill. It was our saftey net. Out very first creative grid. It is why we see patterns of 3s and 6s, 5s, and even 7s. The tetrahedron, the golden spiral, a hexagon,our fractal nature. Through the eyes of the moon lens I see the patterns of integrity. Though I am not always an integral part of that integrity."

She pulled her armpit up to her nose, and smelled, "like shit", she mumbled. "I'm sorry," was the reply from her inner spirit, and "Okay dear."

"The moon shines through the tree branches that overlap each other and form the gridwork for the etheric template. The template for material to rest on. The way the light seeps through, but with the branches blocking it out in partial places creates the beauty of all creation. the ground work for our bones, the origin of the things which we can see, or feel, as tacets of excistence, as the Great Scheme of Things. It begins and ends with the moon. It begins and ends with the sun. The sun, actually, fills in the negative space of the moon."