Image Nation begins in despair and ends in glory, from the surrealistic suburbs, through psychedelic awakenings, to songs of the open road… leading to peace and tranquility in the mountains, spiritual and cosmic realizations… ON THE ROOF OF MY HOUSE IN THE WIND WITH GOD The moon is blowing against the wind The wind is blowing against the stars in my face Behind my back I can see the half-moon coming conjunct with Mars pale blood-star The wind blows through the Milky Way the meadow of ashes flows & flashes like river fish through the cellular stream of scrub oak leaves the moonlit thickets boiling up the mountain roiling in the wind The clouds crawling up from the south look huge & dark & are full of bright holes MIND BLOWN HEART BONE STARS SOWN IN THE WIND