Hydrology…

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I believe…

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…I am part of where I think I am…

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…because I surround myself…

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…with the environment I want…

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…in order to protect the image…

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…of myself I have made.

An Aye for an Eye?…

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“Sure, ’tis a terrible thing to choose one or t’other.”

The Aurally Man

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Alchemy as process has a number of stages.

And nobody seems able to agree on how many!

This might not though be a disagreement of number but of measure.

An hour possesses sixty minutes and three-thousand-six-hundred seconds, after all.

If we make our focus three, we get…

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A point worth considering: all the triangles are of equal size.

Individually this seems obvious but, perhaps, not quite so, relatively.

A shortcoming alluded to in the phrase, ‘vagaries of the human eye’.

Which is another point worth considering.

The human eye follows lines like a moth to flame.

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A Wild Mother…

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Mother-Wild has not only the experience

of her forebears and the accepted rules

of the clan to guide her,

she seeks to learn also from

ants, bees, spiders and badgers.

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She studies the family life of the birds.

To her and her child the birds are real people,

who live close to the mysterium.

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The murmuring trees breathe its presence.

The falling waters chant its praise.

– Ohiyesa

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