huangshan, anhui, in the morning hours. 



it starts with nothing. a thought appears, this is what sets us in motion. it is a good day, things are going well. the food taste good and the house is in order. the wife is beautiful, the problems are on the side. sure there is the odd look in the presentation on the plate, the bed is unmade and the weather seems hotter then normal, but these are simply small factors that do not take away from the overall picture that it is all going well. focus on the facts you choose to consider, there is money in your bank account and you have a good job. the house is almost paid off and the lady in the house loves you. nothing is wrong, forget about the dull ache in your bones, the angry uncle and the unpaid parking tickets, these are secondary to the wind blowing and your three day anti-carb diet you have managed to stick too. you deserve this outlook, keep the positive flowing, no negative vibes today. 



those aren’t rising waters or burning wildfires, the people on the street are happy there, the fish have simply gone away for the day. there is no problem, stop looking at the cracks, that fear you have in the back of your mind is nothing but weakness. suppress it, look away this is not your problem, your house is in order, don’t intrude… keep away, mind your own business. you have weeds in your own garden, your kid is spending too much time on electronic devices, you watch too much tv. forget others, focus more on the self.  what could you even do if you decide too? can we even make a change to these issues?  if i help others, if i help the world, would i be helping myself…are we everything, all being and all knowing or are we simply a product of part of it? is it going wrong…change the channel, change the perspective, look away and walk on, this is not the droids you are looking for.

Do not go gentle into that good night


Dylan Thomas1914 – 1953


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


her happiness and joy half way in is evident…the rain does nothing to stop the fun.