underground alliance

Mt. Shasta clouds

Underground alliance. Lines intersecting in the depths, separate paths gliding together. And even the trees connect us with their pure signals, emissary roots, orienting us toward a Union of hearts. Beating, a common rhythm communicating from the center or the earth. Beyond diversity, syntony of species, symphony of codes: blood lymph rivers and currents of rock. The sun dancing in a delicate equilibrium with gravity, alone in an incomplete circle. Here in this world, its singular rays are intwined with interplanetary ones, passing through clouds that hide passageways with their innocent shapes. Elliptical, dissolved …

written on Mount Shasta, California, 2 September 2013

Fratellanza sotterranea. Linee intrecciate in profondità, strade diverse scivolano insieme… Continue reading

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days of the hunt and gold rays of the sun

Mt. ShastaOpen up lives, stories of different eras and morals. Days of the hunt, the green of the leaves, pines strong and centred. Animals, bearers of messages and companionship, nourishment. Sacred alliances. Rhythms of nature. Encounters and ecstasy. Silence. Fire. Reading stones and clouds. Stars speaking in winks. Codes in the flowers, in the colors of clothing that identify: Roles. Relations. and every emotion is truth because every gesture, every word comes from the spontaneous purity of being. Gold in the rays of the sun touching the fertile land. Silver in the reflection of the moon. Fire concentrates all eyes toward a great unified vision, of life and victory.

written on Mount Shasta, California, 2 September 2013

Aprire le vite, racconti di epoche e morali diversi. Giorni di caccia, la verde delle foglie, i pini forti e centrati… Continue reading

blue light

blue lightblue light
color of the goddess,
dissolving all resistance,
indicating the way out,
toward victory.

the blue of the sky
saturated with imaginative stories,
a cultivated frequency
nourishing the flight of the birds,
flying in spirals and chasing the sun
in a synchronized flock.
moving together
is an instinct
faster than thought.

Sferathe color of the sphere
that illuminates the path,
along it, you find the answer,
not the one written in words
so simple to decode,
but those sung
by the imprints in the sand,
in the memories that align
in a synchronized dance.
the nocturnal light
growing from the deep of night
toward the dawn
in imperceptible increments,
the moon, the stars
from asleep to awakening.

luce azzurro
colore della dea… Continue reading

a morning like all the rest

P1000191dawn. icy air and visible breath. tree branches that extend in a tangle across the colors of the sky, a backdrop of pink, orange, yellow, light blue. sparse clouds. Damjl. I climb. salute. sun painting the columns of the Open Temple with a golden sheen. breathing. waiting. another beginning of another day, but this time, it’s different. I feel it. it’s different from all the other days already past, traced, burned and forgotten, because this morning, divine in an everyday way, I make a precise choice to love life. every moment, every being that accompanies me along this not eternal but anyhow continuous voyage…continuing until sunset, when everything slips backwards toward the unknown of night with a sigh and silent smile. earth, moon, dancing with the sun, rhythm of the universe constant and always new.

un mattino come tutti gli altri

alba. aria gelida e respiro visibile. rami dell’albero che distendono in grovigli attraversando i colori del cielo… Continue reading