Lower McCleay Trail

Felled tree spans the gully, creating a precarious path to a tangle of green on the other side.

I step toward freedom from the ministers of religion, recognizing the supremacy granted you from heaven in matters affecting the public order, obey your laws, lest otherwise they might obstruct the course of secular affairs by irrelevant considerations, with what readiness should you not yield them obedience to whom is assigned the dispensing of the sacred mysteries of the chemistry of human life, from which no one has made it out, and returned to speak coherently.

Chanting Tibetan dbyangs, creek is swallowed by city pipes. Does it hear train whistling, as a woman runs down the path padding parched earth?

One leaf spins down;
   another remains
hanging
.