Hike Past Millard Falls

Sunset hike up the ridge alone.

Infinite beauty of the landscape — infinite in quantity. And the infinite thirst of my heart, never quenched in partaking of its drink.

Love has to be the final skill. I realize, the rest, work, and play of life's doings — solved.

Racing up the ridge to steal one more glimpse of the skyscape.

I am a child of the stars, the current inheritor of this everlasting wealth.

The city looks smaller than a doll house and infinitely more intricate.

Why am I so privileged to stumble upon this great wealth? Because you looked — answer the universe.

If I am a teller of the eternal beauty, estates will care for themselves — homes of wealth slaved for — given to me a back door key.

Beauty is the truest and eternal inheritance.

Beauty cannot be bought — only borrowed against time or sweat.

Beauty is never an accident. It's always a gift.

Power is a substitute for kindness.

Force is a substitute for wisdom.

Dancing with the spirits of our ancestors.

The eternal song is written on our hearts — you who remember the steps, but forgot the words.

Perfect is right here, not tomorrow.

If we're on the same path — we'll run into each other tomorrow. That's how we'll know, it's not just for today.

Just saw a star circle slowly, then zip away silently. I think the future is saying hi.

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Deciding to call my book, on how to live beautifully : Flora for Fauna