Always thinking, wandering, slipping, into oblivion. I watch my feet, averting my eyes. Glitter catches my gaze as I stare down into the sun. Shuffling amusement, laughing, talking, brilliance bouncing off of the surface. Golden skies and rudabaga, fantasy and reality. Moving ever onward..........
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Inbetween
On reading Siddhartha: There was an "inbetween", somewhere between enlightenment and earthbound, some clarity but not. He sat by the river and pondered.........
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