................................. space reserved for a divine word

"i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened"

ee cummings

Stars run across a hills in the Andes. Star trains pierce tunnels in sides of dark mountains, like the one that used to chase me in my reoccurring dreams as a short. A plane's shadow, on the other foot, will hurdle hills and dive into canyons. All this is not happenstance. The Andes and the sky are always kissing. The Andes moon, where the man is tilted in a hawk eye fashion, never beckons the stars to stop skimming the lands curves. It agreeably shares its light with the kissing sky, so in love with peruvian land. For the second time I heard the voice of a glacier...he was much more discrete then the one in glacier bay. I slept with pigs and chickens and horses and ducks and fireflies and jungle and mountains and rivers, 3 rivers dropping 3000 feet, and machu picchu and independently formed toes that proceeded my step for 50 miles. I now understand what a cow feels like in the back of a cattle truck with only one other cow. I met a temporary bed at 6:30pm and a rooster at 4:00am. I met a sun walking and said goodbye walking. I used to have ee cummings words in those ever popular photo binders. The peak of Salkantay told me "you may now tattoo ee cummings to your forehead."