Friday, December 27, 2013
Bar:
....
you never respond....and now these orphaned words will seek a
homeland....much like a troubadour's song, lost over misty dale and
valley...wandering, seeking, ricocheting --- and fading to a dull thump
in the heart of a stout oak...or consecrated to the dust....
....much like all of us will be too, some day.
( the trouble Buddha said was, that we thought we had time!)
....much like all of us will be too, some day.
( the trouble Buddha said was, that we thought we had time!)
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