Find Yourself - Lose Your Way -
An online garden for peaceful introspective
She whispers my name... Only I can hear
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Winter's breath Breaks the stillness Broken mist shatters Shadow's edge a bitterness Until the frozen wilderness Creeps up to your very window and back door... Beneath the ice She is sleeping Shhhhhhhhh
I am the Accidental Taoist
A child of the sixties who has not forgotten the promise of those days.
But unlike so many people my age - I remember all the stuff that has gone down since then...
I believe in earth first - we have no other place to go.