Place your hand gently upon the ground

And feel the murmur of the years

Roil and bubble and ferment and decay.


Spin the world like a top

And wobble over with the

Ecstasy of dizziness.


Line yourself up along the shore

And sink slightly with each

Bounding step in the edgewater.


Thread your mind through the beginning

Middle and end of the tree

Shading you on the fringe of the garden.

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This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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