Thursday, August 17, 2017
Butterfly.
"Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.” - Zhuangzi
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Every night.
The words i sleep on form the poems I dream on equaling my sweetest downfall.
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... A talk I gave at a dear friends funeral... To Jon… ...
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By the time i wake up and zombie my way through the shower, southbound down the freeway, into Beans' and Brew's and haul my 24oz cup...
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Asked Rivers (Age 8) all these questions about me *What is something I say a lot? "Rivers" *What makes me happy? Rivers ...
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