the question will always persist…………….open the flood gates or resist……………..for you know some will be drowned if you let it all come down………….ttucro

then the question will arise what is lost when we divide the torrent from the flow………..sometimes i filter and sometimes i let go……………..

not surprised at the aftermath………..a flood leaves a path…..things get moved around and debris is a result of it…..but i accept the task of cleaning up and getting things straight…….and often there is a price to pay and i accept the pain of it……..

so i try to use a filter and exercise some control and when i get bored with it……………….i open the floodgates and let it roll

never seeking to be refined………..occasionally filtered……often raw…

in wildness is the preservation of life…… Thoreau………….put on your wellies and your raincoat i’m opening the gate