When entering the Gorge, leave behind all preconceptions. Let yourself be carried off on a stream of consciousness that tickles the heavens as readily as it grinds down stone.

The Time Of Shadows


When blue turns to black
the feathers are rustled
and the wings are tucked in;
the petals fold up
and the leaves start to breathe;
the air is transformed
and the vapours are cold;
the shades are absorbed
and the shadows appear.
When blue turns to black . . .
When sun turns to moon . . .
When day is a memory
and dreams are what matters.