Friday, June 24, 2011

Recorded there.

What tales the bark could tell.
"Recorded there, in a place you would least expect."

One wonders why the trees have not reached straight for the sky as they so often do. It and the ocean are often confused. Seems they both are sometimes blue.

We hide here with our backs to the cliff so our vigilance can be put to more productive use. Other critters do?

Wax poetic. And with it a candle make.

False assertions, false equivalence, inflexible agendas ... seems a lonely path. Like an unhealthy relationship to stuff, methinks. Afflictive emotions and their related tools, a prescription for suffering. Investing in home sounds like more fun to me.

Like a person's two wolves. The one you feed wins. The legend's author has my respect, whoever it is. What else might I learn from the mighty Cherokee?

© 2011 Buzz Hill

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