Whistle through the day

Where is the middle ground between my loving altogether in the whole sense and walking an ascetic life? It's no accident gurus and crones are long in the tooth It takes decades to learn anything in this life Anything that is worth a damn, anyway Those of us who claim to be forever youthful and … Continue reading Whistle through the day

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Bowls of dust and sunset

This depression spreads more like a slough or a valley of barren dusty bowls of tinny wind chimes and wind that whistles through a crevice or two in trusting minds that all will be fine if one just keeps on through just one more day and one more night Really?  Another day of this muddy … Continue reading Bowls of dust and sunset

Quiet spaces

In between here and there lies a place of quiet a place of no longer yearning for others' attention or affection or respect It's a place fully alive to absolutely everything in the universe that exists to know the mysterious workings of things It does not love or hate or boast of arrogance nor bow … Continue reading Quiet spaces