Autunm Fires

In the other gardens 
And all up the vale, 
From the autumn bonfires 
See the smoke trail! 

Pleasant summer over 
And all the summer flowers, 
The red fire blazes, 
The grey smoke towers. 

Sing a song of seasons! 
Something bright in all! 
Flowers in the summer, 
Fires in the fall! 

Robert Louis Stevenson

Novus Ordo Seclorum

Ladies, veils, motion. A notion.

natura III

Deep inside

The Inevitable

Music Incorporation into Numbers Series

Red Heights

Following the numbers

limits' framing deciphered manner (Queen's Chambers)

Shimmering light in rainforest

Arboribus Lucidum

natura II

natura I

Reflections

sea in dark light

Worship Totem to an Unknown Ego-Daemon

densities and rarities in unspecified networks

Falling shadows in potential intercourse

To Music

Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:

silence of paintings. You language where all language

ends. You time

standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.

Feelings for whom? O you the transformation

of feelings into what?--: into audible landscape.

You stranger: music. You heart-space

grown out of us. The deepest space in us,

which, rising above us, forces its way out,--

holy departure:

when the innermost point in us stands

outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other

side of the air:

pure,

boundless,

no longer habitable.

Rainer Maria Rilke