Not strange, but out of the ordinary,
In its extremes and passed its margins.
A lifetime of lonely wanderings,
Broken like a sudden gust
Filling sails to meet a new path
Unseen and yet cherished even at the beginning
For a loner gone,
His song sung.
For new melodies to sweeten the air.
A different sense of joy,
Accompanied and jolly-good,
Not strange, but curious,
As the path creep,
New steps ataken




















The wind would make sound if there were trees.
Instead it sings on the surface
Miniature crystals colliding by the millions,
Like the sound of sand cascading.
Each step a crunch,
Feet sinking into the endless white.
Far off is the floe edge,
A relief from the snow-blind.
Where the sea matches the sky,
Infinite like a desert made of blue.

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MAHALO NUI LOA E

with spirits of
Aiionwatha, Barcelona, Cavendish, Costa Brava, Girona, Kapukaulua, Kaupo, Kealia, Kinngait, Kula, Laurentides, Lisboa, Metrotown, Muskoka, Olinda, Pals, Playa Fonda, Praia do Guincho, Reindeer Lake, Saguenay, The Shire, Somewhere in the Middle of the Pacific Ocean, Telos Island, Toronto, Val D'or, Waihe'e, Waikiki, Wailuku, Waimea (Kaua'i)

with these spirits
Artie and Darren and Winnie, Alex and Jaime, Angela, Ben, Cade, Cameron and Emmy and Jessye, Casey and Steve, Charles and Sheenah, Conor and Lucy, Daiva and Graham, Dave, Denn and Yu Sum, FranGrace, Henri, Jacklyn, Jaime and Alex and Maggie, Jamie, Jason, Jen and Jenile, Julian and Mel, Kaliko and Pōhaikealoha and Willie, Kendra H, Kendra M, Kovianaqtuk, Kristina, Luke, Matilda, Mica, Mika and Naomi and Umi, Miki'ala and Mehana, Miriel and Paul and Luāna, Mo'o, Naomi, Nathan and Laila, Qavavau, Ryan, sarah, Sean and Jacquie, Tremé

special thanks
Alan and Naomi at the Rinzai Zen Mission, Darren, Ian, Jessie

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