Sitting crosslegged and
speaking to the Tao.
Sneaking through a word-book,
reading it aloud.

Seeing through a third eye
somwhere in my skull.
Seeking something worthwhile
reading to myself.

Saying what I don't want,
showing what I hope.
Seething on the inside--
rumble in my well.

Searching for the question
to illustrate my wonder.
Standing in a hot rain
thinkin'bout the thunder.

05/16/2012

Posted on 05/16/2012
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