Reading a book alone in the Redwood Forrest On the observational scale, I do sit here in the redwoods in lotus pose, with a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance on a stack of logs next to me. What is the catch? Is that but the paranoid disillusionment of the redneck hippiesContinue reading “Reading A Book Alone In The Redwood Forrest, a poem”
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What an endless thought from within our time. A new question, finally, to ponder as we turn our eyes above. “We are made of starstuff.” A humbling truth and yet liberating to. For we shine, if we so choose or if we are so helped, we shine as bright as any star 10/26/14