I straddled
the white-twins,
camped under the shadow
of ancient ice, basked
in the magic.

For days
I heard not
a single voice,
no human
passed my way.

Once
after midnight,
I heard a tonnage
of ice breakaway,
it sounded like thunder,
echoed out of my valley
& onto the altiplano.

After so much silence,
I became so astute
that I heard the sunrise.
Have you ever heard the sunrise?

The ripples broke the moon into pieces
But her wishes elsewhere sniffed the air.

The night was fair enough though
To bathe in her beauty she wasn’t there.

Where broke the ripples the moon’s face
Reflected the water the firmament
She searched in dreaminess
Commotion of the slightest movement.

*One small fish would satiate her night!

The night was long
And the stars were singing softly as the moon danced around them
I could feel the air
Entering my body
I couldn't feel my feet touching the ground
Maybe I was flying
Flying in the air
All alone
With my acid thoughts
My mind was exploring
My eyes grew
And felt my eyes were turning like the  earth
I saw myself in a reflection
I barely recognized myself
Music was becoming a part of me
And I understood how it worked
Water slowly dripping down my ribs
A waterfall in my body
Who was I
Only my heart knew
... Morning came
And the sunrise was beautiful
I could almost drink it....

I was clutching my dreams and nightmares in either hand
when you first caught sight of me.
But you didn't notice.

i felt the solitude
go into my bones
as a far cry in the distance
deep in the mountains
sings to the sky
i began to cry
my cold hands covering my face
i could feel the wind pushing me back
into the fog,
i thought of you
and fell on the humid grass
as the person as i used to be
reflects in the water
that slowly quivers in your eyes
tell me you'll still fall into my arms
even though im tired and cold
even though...
i'll still hold  you up to the moon
as my mind floats through this world

.
the ocean
.
the dawn
.
surrounding
.

The map is not the territory.
The menu is not the meal.
Cognitively, we dwell in a symbol-scape
and easily mistake
the signpost for the path.
Spiritual and New Age medias
offer signposts,
but,
if one enshrines the sign,
it can make captive the one wishing to walk the path.
Leaving the seeker abandoned of their journey for a
golden calf.

Really, all teachings are distractions from the Truth.
Science and Spirituality are methods of inquiry
and, surely, have little
or nothing
to do with watching videos on the internet.