“One Day After The Passing Of All Our Egos We Might Come Home And Become Again Like The Movement Of The Leaves.”

All moving together with one clear, singing, voice. As the wind hits our trees, shakes our roots, we would tremble in understanding that these branches, connect us all.

One day after the passing of all our egos, we will know this land’s compassion again. But, it will be a long time from now.

Falsely yours,
Robert Montgomery