Images of the North Images of the North; sacred wind, spirit untamed, huge trees, grasping arms, holding you in tight embrace. You can't let go. You can't escape the power of their aloneness. They have lost their beauty long ago, You can't hide the overwhelming pressure in your head. Only a harsh naked wisdom left. The Ache. You could paddle thru eternity and that would never change. Only a silent surging poem from one tongue to another.
B. Pessin.
