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We Who "The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who ar emad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirious of everything a the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars" -Jack Kerouac, On the Road, 1957 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ We will live forever We who tree-hug and we'll free bugs and we'll transform toxins into light We who release the fight- turn it to peace We who city-dwell and smell the flowers in every field from Iowa to India We who desert teh notion that the living are victims We who embrace teh turtle's pace, present to every emotion We who return to the places again and again where we touched the face of The Divine We who tread lightly on the land and stand firm in the feet of our skeleton We who mee the visions of new generations without hesitations, with open arms, teh charm fo the children filling us with new ways of expressing love We who stay above the drive for greed We who breath deeper with every new experience We who free teh reaper every fourth season We who sow the seeds of intuition before reason The fruition of our spirit will feed the hunger of younger bodhisattvas The words of our ancestors will speak through us, vessels that we are, sweetly flowing stardust, greeting knowing trusting our synchronous connections Reflections only always of the cosmos. ~...j...~ |
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