Thursday, September 7, 2006A journey to center.“We see certain things happen, and they enrich or drain us of all hope. How like the old Indian Chief Lone Wolf. He heard the night bird’s clear song at the midnight hour, and he rose up from his deathbed totally well. The bird same of good life and the old chief heard it. Listen for such a song in... Sign in to see full entry. |
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**peace** Photo by my friend Phil Easter of the northern San Diego coastline...most excellent...:)
On these virtual pages I explore the benefits of being crazy. Living life on purpose. Random musings of this nature, that look like poetry on occasion, appear in my poetry blog called "no mercy," linked below.
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