" I found passages, but dead, dry and lifeless, I feel like I'm close to finding the right one, the one that was made for me. "

These stone gates mark suffering, relief and passage. They mark a life and an end point. They punctuate the existence of what no longer exists.

They say: "Someone has been here, and found your passage."

In this one lies a great poet. Nothing left written. This silence, I believe, Are his complete works.

On the same rock they meet, As the people translate, When one is born - a star, When one dies - a cross. But how many who rest here?

I Say: "Put me the cross at the beginning... And the star at the end, Because I will found the way home. "

.5 Forest types. .3 Climates. .10 Portals. .11 Passages.

by Gen Doodler | twitter.com/GenDoodler