In time, in time,
All THINGS in time;
For now, for later,
that which we both desire be far from here,
though in time, not space,
if memory serves me right.CONTEMPLATE, damn it! CONTEMPLATE!
At thought...
From the Air:
AS ONCE WAS SAID: Many and varied are the Brainmole's trappings, for his Demesne is both GREAT and SMALL (to the eyes of some, usually the NOT-TOO-LARGE or Relatively MODEST, a.k.a. the UNASUMING). BUT NOW, said Demesne consists of a HOUSE, a BARN (of the post-and-beam persuasion), a VAST puddle of FISH-FILLED GLORY, a Roomfull of BOXES Behind COMBINATIONS, a SHELTER (of the 60's "Dear GOD, the SKY is FALLING" sort), two Rivers and MUSHROOMS. There be more, but for now, this is enough of a revelation of this creature's most sacred, and everlasting space.
On the Earth:
The Curatrix has observed that I often fade into the nooks and crannies of my heart and mind, and stay there for days, venturing forth rarely (and quite tentatively). One such place wherein I find such distant peace be the EARTHLY DELIGHTS of a GARDEN. There have been many incarnations of my Firm Terran Dream, four in Albion (of ages past), and one, un-tried, in this newest of homes. I give them to you, for your review, and perhaps you shall see the wonders that fill my heart when confronted with a tiny green, growing thing that seeks far more than light.
Horti Cerebrosae Talpae: Dare ye plumb the depths of the Brainmole's Garden of Earthly Delights? It is here that the Brainmole has come closest to GOD (or whatnot).
- Hortus 2001, a Space Oddity
- Hortus 2002, So Crisp, So New
A finding...
From the Water:
From the Water, many things change. The sights and sounds of Perspective alter, and the sky deepens to match the waves. What waves there be to bear us are but small, yet wondrously they bare us to the beauty of it all.
© 2001 by The Brainmole, Curator of the Forbidden Parsnip and Traveler of the Nine Planes