Kneeling on the road to Graceland

(No intended message, I just like this photo of our late Kim)

Darshan
by David Sylvian

Two birds One stone One chance Is thrown Don't make Mistakes

Two thieves Strung up One knife One cut Two doors One shut

One light One way One road To take We stand And wait

From cool
To warm

These songs stuck in my mind, these references to spiritual peaks and valleys, lyric poetry, photographic magic, all seem strong adornments to the truth in their message. I have a more humble view this morning, despite the plush push of those configurations. All the messages have a plain surface, too, and I am there too. I can only ever be in all these places, and it is only ever other than that. Kneeling on the road to Graceland. O, to be free, to be free. I can hardly see in front of me.