IHe wanted mountainsas his final resting place:climb and let me fly. IIWe climbed, ten,The landscape open, no trees,just empty and wide. IIIThe black ashes fell up to the ground.The sun remained in the sky. IVA camera capturedpieces.All around earth rocks familyair. VOur conflicts dissolvinginto suspended time,breathing memories,the connections blinding,the future past. VIThe shadow of inheritance.The … Continue reading Thirteen Ways of Looking at Living