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Category: Journaling

Poem: Tree Life

We are like the tree you see. To be free is to be a cosmo into thee. When you seed a tree you see a complete me. Not a part of me. Quite the polarity. The one and the only me. As I am. As unique as I am. No matter the way my branches […]

Zen in Writing: Old Man Dance

There’s a man outside every morning in the courtyard by himselfHe’s super animatedLooks about 60 or so Old guy w spunkTiny shortsConverse shoes High socksBalding middle of his foreheadJumping around this courtyard like a rabbitHe’s out here looking like Rocky’s proud step-dadHe’s throwing his fists aroundPunching pockets of airFloating like a butterflyHomie’s footwork is top […]