i always see faces. today i saw a skull coming out of a dwarf apple tree. i was reading living in the world as if it were home and came across the word instress and then saw inscape and this:

Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:

Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;

Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,

Crying Whát I dó is me: for that I came.

 

-gerard manly hopkins 

 

who got it from john scotus eriugena.

inscape i knew, but just as inner landscape. there is a notion of landscape emerging

from within us. often people seem to be using their bodies as conveyances, moving through 

the landscape untouched. their personal devices. 

 

it goes on into religious terrain, but there it diverges from my inscape. 

like grandma rose with her daily word  

i elide the word god (and where the word was is god).

then we have the mystic landscape i seek for continuity with my inscape. 
it's heady, but it's gut.