You can have
everything you want
if you just try
too hard and
fall down on
your face smashing
the fourth dimension
into a million pieces
of a 5,000 year old bowl
that some small child
filled once with flowers
in a meadow in the woods
near a mountain
that stood so tall it loomed
over the land
like fortitude breathing.
The small child brought
the flowers home to
Momma who put them
in the kid’s hair
and meanwhile
I got my face up
and went on…
Kind of a Turtle Island name, for living in this world in a post western way. Various writings, musings, and reflections.
Saturday, September 14, 2024
The Mountain
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