Saturday, February 2, 2013

The Great Vancouver Life.

The great West adventures curl up to the city streets and national parks putting peace on the back of the mind. Amongst mountains of hope and the relaxing waves of sea I nestle the signs of a New Year becoming one in the western winds. The gifts of life in the fresh air winds and trees so HUGE tells me that perfection is in Canada and I have seen it. With multi-cultures and a zest for diversity there is really this sense of guidance to a spiritual plateau seen only by the view of holy mountains. In the coming hours I will present the deep instincts of British Columbia air breathing in the capacities of new existence. Seen through the views of a traveller is the ability to illuminate the experiences of a new sightseeing pleasure. Drops of water in this January-February escapade show meaning to leaflets outlined in western delicacies. I have seen it all, the beauty of mountains staring back at me telling me their age is the history I waited to envision yet see. The day went by with peaking suns fairly overcast in order to show climate conditions abroad. The water is mesmerizing and to me it is what I remember the most just opening up the eyes of panoramic delight in what’s belonging. The trees so full of fresh scents show the meaning in beauty an environment shattering the purity of oxygen in the atmosphere. From many different angles the shifts of winds stay ‘focused’ unlike the snake canals of the streams breaking the water ways. I hope I come back here and experience the fullness of worlds sights a bounty of air, water, and mountains being blessed upon your body, mind, and soul. The western adventure is the mightiest whirls of Canada to be had amongst duality of environment so serene by the eyes of the wandering three in nature.


Origami Air waves flutter against the seas bringing transparent peace to utilitarian glances

In the equality of culture the transposition of gears travels like boats in a modern dream

The exploring three take flight into the natural laws of balance and dokkoda giving bliss its absolute preference

The water wings land on icy breaths telling solitary mirrors the essence of water and strata clouds arising adjacently

With mystics in beauty and photos in remembrance take the purification in deep like shores upon an existence to be seen with whole full gains of passion

This is the beginning of something new a moment of clarity seen through truth and Natures newness.