
| stones thrown at the pond to catch the moon in it fish rise at them -- oxtail 2011-09-18 clouds gather and scatter hearing flowers scream we are all in this together -- oxtail 2011-05-14 Certain things are better understood with faith. We probably have to trust strangers if we wanna be happy to be on a highway. But on my narrow garden path, each step is enjoyable, no matter what they do on their highway to nowhere. -- oxtail 2011-05-14 they walk and walk for decades to go where they cannot go on foot passing wild flowers cool streams even their aging parents over and over -- oxtail 2011-01-24 how long will you rake pebbles into order as if they are waves of your thoughts just quit it already ~oxtail 2010.10 endless night too cold to sleep big bright moon ~oxtail 2010.7 long forgotten friend just heard, died young on a glorious spring day ~oxtail 2010.7 |






Do you believe in luck? Enough to play the lottery?
Are you still wondering why these terrible things are happening to you?
What does it mean for all things to be interconnected much more than we can begin to imagine? Does that mean we would never know what we are doing?