Mountains, trees, and rivers all stand gracefully in the light of time, silently taking-in the world around them, exerting only energy enough to survive. That's how it is with you; silently observing your world, sometimes from afar, sometimes closer than inside you. Quietly exchanging energies between us, I thrive on watching the Watcher watch the Watcher. It's classic Zen.
From the Rio Grande, those mountains look insurmountable, towering high above the valley below; snow-covered caps that you love to ski. I wonder how long they've been observing this life unfold? At what point did they suddenly rise from the depths of the Earth, taking out everything with them? Reminds me of you, rising up through my thick mantle to unearth the infinity within, otherwise obliterating everything else.
Can we stand the test of time, like a graceful, sinewy river forging a path across the horizon? Are we full enough to support the raft of Us? Only time will tell, shall we stand strong in the presence of the Great Father Time. Will you climb aboard my rickety raft and set afloat with me? Shall we embark on this adventure? I'm going and I don't want to leave you behind...
Marco? Polo.