Sunday, June 27, 2010
Twisted limbs and communication crucifix.
What tangled webs we weave and how tangly woven with our own limbs. Seeing writhing human forms in Banyan trees is probably not a good start to a Sunday morning especially after watching the setting of the full moon. And, no, I didn't see the eclipse as it was on the other side of the island behind a great 3072m lump of volcanic rock.
Entangled vines, twisted limbs and lines of communication all on a Sunday. Communion or communication whose is the new god ?
...and then the trees start to walk.
Life is far more tranquil at the rising of the day and the setting of the moon.