Trudging up the weary path of stones;to the hills alive with history....;Somewhere along the route;a new perspective emerges....
After all this time, now I only wonder: Is it a sanctuary for Zen clouds--or a Zen Cloud sanctuary...
A heavy, ancient spring awakens in the shadows. Now the stones listen to the church bells, and grass grows by itself....
Out in this valley, the integrity of some and the idealism of others, are all washed away in the flow of sunlight and time.
A song rippling from the very first morning of a new millennium, at one of the oldest gates of wisdom in the world.;--Avebury site, 1 January 2000.