STANDING STONE, a cyclic meditation on the IndoEuropean root of our word, "Solstice"

I sense language -- all languages -- as emerging from a timeless realm of relational resonance, a kind of sonic hologram, where all sounds hold in a web of similarities and differences, a unique reflection of each other, and the whole... Roots & their emergent words can be found here: http://bit.ly/2BKkTYp mp3 http://bit.ly/2BwaF16 SEE ALSO on Soundcloud my long-line poem, WINTER SOLSTICE http://bit.ly/2pc5ldy PHOTO: (Muted) Snake River, last light, present border between Oregon & Idaho