Eyes

Greetings,

Cool fall air. Leaves leave, pirouette through space where squadrons of clear crows cackle, taking talking wing sing sang song. A beautiful face on the street. Fall in love with her laughing eyes. She calls you home. Return, inside her beauty.

"I want to know one thing," said Picasso. "What is color?" Speaking of art, check out Keep Adding, a fine little Santa Fe, New Mexico art zone.

Once upon a time there was a circle and it was missing something but it didn't know what it was or where it was so it rolled along looking. It rolled night and day. It rolled through valleys, up mountains and down the other side. It rolled with patience, a long silent wish, hope, dream looking for the thing to make it perfect. To make it complete and happy.

Peace.