Find Yourself - Lose Your Way -
An online garden for peaceful introspective
She whispers my name... Only I can hear
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Late in the Afternoon
Drowning in air Sleepy, softly Water falling Raindrops calling Dripping, dropping Starting, stopping, stirring My vision blurring Through the mist falling I am the mist calling Water, water everywhere I am drowning Drowning in air...
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.