I was walking to the park On side walks and side streets Smiling at the drivers who passed me by Drivers who recoiled from a
A is the birth of everything The consciousness that guides our faith The embers that breathe fire But thoughts of the lone self are bound
Life on the road may not be easy, but then again, why should it be? It must be chewable; something flavorful to swallow and digest;
The problem with the problem
is not the problem at all.
A piece of paper on the street, beat up and torn, was attractive for some reason. I picked it up, it was partly drenched; the
A salmon in the river swam steadily upstream and regressed, then again, swam steady then regressed. The water resisted as he swam against it,but propelled
You are only limited by your mind. You have the power to build yourself as you please and to break yourself down to your elements.
For the first time I saw purple in the grass I craned my neck from under the brim of my hat And saw the barren