The Flesh Failures Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace, and Lips, oh you the doors of Breath - Seal with a righteous kiss. Seal with a righteous kiss. The rest is silence... The rest is silence... the rest is silence.... - from "Hair," from Shakespeare

Transcending Thought Creation; thoughts are distinct yet fluid. Riding along the torrent of ideas, loosing the arrows of your feeling, unthinking mind. Lost in the immediacy of your thoughts, or perhaps thought-free expressions, you wake in a daze, as if from a lucid dream. Catch it in your net before it drifts away.

Listen . Breathe In and out. . . . Breathe In mist hills shrouded Trees bare Breathe Out. and In. Open your ears to the sounds of silence. . . . Breathe Out.

A Moment The human Mind weaves a fabric of interCONNECTed experience. It is the Duty of the experiencer to GUIDE and direct the weaving and reweaving of that fabric into a tapestry of unparalleled beauty. The Image of the SELF. WE are the spinners of the loom; the loom does not drive us. SPIN the Wheel.