The trees talk back

The trees talk back - you said?

We chopped 'em down like there's no tomorrow
they didn't seem to care
as they fell one by one
and fewer and fewer were left

Some of us grew concerned
like aren't we supposed to do something about it
I mean, give me a break
have you no idea what the trees

yeah what? don't float it midstream like that
"what the trees..." you were saying
you...

you really don't get it, do you?
you think they need your help?
I mean, go ahead and help if that's what feels right
but don't for a moment think it matters

what you're doing

So the trees start talking back and we find the landscape completely unrecognisable. The holocaust complete, we work with them to restore the earth to its natural state.

Try tuning in if you're interested. Don't imagine the tree's a thing that you can understand. Just feel the earth below, the sky overhead and sense how the tree links the two the same way you do, only on a grander scale.

End of transmission. 

the worlds

I'm pleased to announce that the worlds are now unstuck.

It's taken a while sorting this out - fixing the mess - but the mess was fun while it lasted.

Ultimately, zero being 1, everything happens in good time.

"In good time!" Snort.

No need to demonise time, or anything else - I tell the making an enemy brigade.

Cuckoo la la - wonderfool the way things fit together seamlessly when you least expect it.

Perhaps that's the art of least expecting - like using the clutch to change gears - getting out of the way - allowing the shift to happen.

You're still a part of the equation until you step aside in wonder and let weird work it's way.

Fool that I Am ;-)

Flummoxed

If you're feeling flummoxed - that's ok
Let it rain
Let it rain