Hawk, I see you soaring above with love and light in your eyes. I sense native play and you go away. It is time for my mind to stay focused on the environment. Cars go by, and I give them a blessing to see all reality. On every odd day solo monks pass by with their beads in hand. I am in a tangle that they are trying to understand to eliminate catastrophe in their home states of being and of existence. I leave the rest out there for someone else to say.
No comments:
Post a Comment