This material was written and posted elsewhere in April 2006:
Bubbling Waters
I sat watching the bubbling waters of my mind.
I felt their motion towards the sea of life
And was amused and distracted for a while.
How to stay quiet after such a busy day?
Like after rain, the streams were full.
So many ideas, reactions, memories.
I do find that peace at times
And I am sure I can never lose it.
But I do.
That's my experience, my sadness.
The Stream
The stream flows by,
And on it goes,
But why it does,
Nobody knows.
Is there a purpose,
In its motion?
Why does it want,
To reach the ocean?
Perhaps it has,
A tale to tell,
And might it speak,
To me as well?
I'll listen,
As it passes me,
And what I hear,
I'll tell to thee.
Spin/Rinse Cycle - Part II
One towel, one sock,
One shirt, one frock.
One towel, one sock,
One shirt, one frock.
One towel, three socks,
One pant, one vest.
Two socks, two pants,
One towel, one sock.
One towel, one pant,
One shirt, one frock, one...
wrrrrrrrrrrrr,
rrrrrrrrrrrrr,
rrrrrrrrrrrrr,
rrr rrr rrr r,
wrrrrr,
rrrrrrrrrrrrr,
rrrrrrrrrrrrr,
rrr rrr,
Clunk.
One towel, one sock,
One pant, one vest.
One towel, one sock,
One pant, one vest.
One towel, one shhhhhiiiiiiirt,
One frrrrooooooooooock,
One towwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...
Click.
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