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Down in the valley you can hear the wind blow.

Up on the mountain you can see the wind blow.

It's all a matter of perception and perspective.

There's a lot to be said of lucid dreaming.

Every footstep takes you away or toward the treasure.

They all called him  Bear.

He knew where the food was.

I asked him if he could tell me something

I should already know but maybe forgot.

He told me I should learn from example.

He told me to use my senses like a creature in the forest.

He was studying images in the clouds when I left.

I look back through the trails of my memory and think

of his rock hut on that mountainous island.

I came to my senses after spending time near the big lake up north.

My eyes were wide and my mouth was shut.

I didn't need to be hit by a Mac truck.

I wiped the oil off my hands and bid the 'end of the roaders' farewell.

I picked up my last cheque and grabbed my six string piano

and headed for the hills.

The mountains were calling me.

I slept by the river close to the bridge the first night.

It gets really cool when the sun disappears.

I had slept on the ground many times before.

No blankets just my clothes !

What doesn't kill you seems like it could.

I stood upon the peak and thought about Mobius.

The clouds looked like fluffy mashed potatoes.

I forgot my name.

Did I even need one?

Namelessly I gazed out across time in infinite wonder.