my thoughts were angry
holding me hostage again:
they were only thoughts.
Previously, I
held many beliefs sacred:
they were only thoughts.
Yesterday was hard.
I do not remember more:
they were only thoughts.
Today, rejoicing
in lightning, thunder and rain:
my spirit is washed.
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Beautiful, el po. Just beautiful!
I am so moved.
thank you, May. Nice to see you.
Sandi ~ Hey! Hi to all back at Camp Sara. Hope all's well out your way.
Ride the storm, viejo! Oh, and listen to the Blues.
thanks, D. Ridin' those high waves ~~
the soundtrack provided by Steel Wheels - "A Long Way to Go" an Appalachian blues of sorts:
"hands to plow
seeds to sow
love is not a concept
when you see that garden grow
won’t be too hard to find rest"
Ah, the difference between beliefs and thoughts. Profound.
hey SW. Wanna play in the rain?
edwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar: miss you dearly.. where and when is a sweat?gert
gert, dunno. they happen. but i'm kinda out of the loop -- and most all loops these days, except for my membership to 'Curmudgeonly Hermits and Tricksters' - a small and mostly anonymous group. It's my kinda group - we never meet. Most of my sweating these days is at the gym working out and in the sauna. Both, a big part of the 'Maintaining Re-mission Program'- sweatin' for life. Call for further information. Operators are standing by.
; )
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