Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh. It felt like a wild river running through my brain. Tried to turn it off. Give it a break. After all, everything and everyone needs a break or two. Off to the couch my legs went and down on the pillow went the head. The swoosh swoosh soon became groggier. However, through the fog came words. A story. My story.
They were not jumbled words. They were coherent. They told a wild tale of humble beginnings And, they told a future of many possibilities.
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Oh The Synchronicity is Just too Much And
Enough Whole Naked Complete Yes A Day
For Benefits of Beginners Mind A Philosophy
of Zen Now Real Too…
As We Rebirth
Always Now A
New Creation
Not So
Trapped
in Dogma
Before Yet Truly
More Like A Dog or Wolf
Mammal Not So Trapped in
A Huge Neo-Cortex Freer to
Discard Past And Future Operating
From Forevermore Now A Brand New
Day to Create
Our Own
Today
Fresh
Fresh
Fresh NoW As
A Flower Blooming
FLoWinG Originally
NoW As Petals Flourish
And Spread Sublimely To a New
Place of Awe And Wonderland Now…
Oh Lord i Remember Finally Ending A Quarter
of A Century Career At Basically A Same Place
of Employment And All The Dogma of Those
Years Attached to Those Old Chapters of
my Life Holding On to Yesterday’s Stories
Then
Now It is if THere is No Past
or Future At All Indeed
Now
i Am
A FLoWeR
BLooMinG Newly Whole
Creating Anew Sunshine Day Now Within…:)
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Amazing, really I found coherence, so realistic and deep post!
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Thank you for stopping by and your nice note. Cheers!
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