I Keep Running Into Trees

Annaruiz — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 14:01:30 -0400

Perhaps I am posting this poem here at an appropriate *time*? When I originally wrote it, the countdown was 544 days 12 hours and some minutes. Even though I understand that everyone lives according
to his/her own personal *honor*/integrity, until we speak and live our lives with a Universally Integrated Spirit, we speak from separation and without clarity.

I keep running into trees walking down the Appian Way
but it's ok, Jack, the sky is falling into place since
1963,
Persephone calls on the Blackberry
awakens me whining about naked apes in the
Eucalyptus trees,
David is lost without his trust slingshot
and his very own Goliath,
daydreams about a pregnant Bathsheba cooking
Mother of Oats on a cold morning,
Good ol' George has 306 days 10 hours and some 21 minutes
left in the Oval office to learn another word
in the Oxford dictionary, even though
he can probably never say
'"I told a lie", like the great white
American forefather,
Bill Maher says (a stand-up kind of comic)
half of Americans think drugs
and the other half (of Americans) think guns
are the cause of death and destruction,
and need to be 'regulated'
but yeah, or Nay (he's a thinking kind of stand-up comic)
religion is the toast that burns the wheat to the ground,

and we're all going to hell in a handbasket if we
keep on pretending that the
dead can't dance and
trees don't walk,

A Season For Nonviolence - Day 49, Mar 19: HONOR

Len — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 09:31:31 -0400

DAY 49 Mar. 19: The practice for today is HONOR. "Those who are good and pure in conduct are honored wherever they go. The good shine like the Himalayas, whose peaks glisten above the rest of the world even when seen from a distance. " -The Buddha

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I Keep Running Into Trees

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