the water looks soft like a jelly it ripples instead of wobbles holds the reeds in place like a decoration ~
Lake Sambell Beechworth
rtl walk #79: politics of the lake
the road goes on the rocks sheer away there is no concord only a marked divergence ~
rtl walk #78: like water
down into the wild where the granite field flows rocks in a spill run away like water ~
rtl walk #77: someone listened
I said I’d like to have a place on the lake where I can park my bicycle next thing I know just for once somebody listened ~
rtl walk #76: until it is
hold tight to yourself winter comes sleep sleep until you feel it is spring ~
rtl walk #75: small theft
and who I ask would take this water some small child filling up his pockets some small fool selling it in plastic bottles ~
rtl walk #74: here (am I)
where am I here am I who are you I read you clearly ~
rtl walk #73: ways to be
from the many to the one such a lot of ways to be ~
rtl walk #72: best (to the sky)
it’s hard to find true north in times of wind in times of lean in times that seem troubled lay down your burden lean across your shadows reach up as best you can to the sky ~
rtl walk #71: which way
which way would you go if the world let you unrestrained by twists and turns would you straighten up out of you own will or bend and flex around a perceived centre line that only you can know ~
