With a cup of oats, a dipper of well water, and a handful of berries, i drank in this fine wayfarers brew. I was reminded of an old song of my father’s:
All of this, but found myself in Deep Within Mysterious Shade and The River One. This read / listen came on the heels of morning contemplation. The timing was, of course, perfect.
Deep gratitude, bruddha Stephen. I think all of us Wayfarers meet at that contemplative center point. Grateful to be woven into yours as yours are into mine. 🙏🏼
With a cup of oats, a dipper of well water, and a handful of berries, i drank in this fine wayfarers brew. I was reminded of an old song of my father’s:
Do songs come from the mind,
Or do they float out there
Waiting to be found
And brought into the air?
To enter the Creation
And release what’s bound
Poetry and music
Or maybe not either one
But when it happens
The ego’s gone
Those words sing in more ways than one! 🙏🏼☯️
I love you frank Inzan
red dust world RUST ing
observing a calf moosie
this morning
many vegs sprouting inside
waiting for garden to thaw
life is goodest
in THE NEW EARTH
ECKHART TOLÈ
where this one lives
so.happy you and i
are more than friends
we exist in the LIGHT
say la vee
Always good to hear from a fellow moose-watchin’ Wayfarer. 🙏🏼
and voila’ joi d’ vivre
"You Can't Let Down / Because You Have to Keep / Holding It All Together culture" -- Yowza -- Nailed it (as the kids would say)!
It ‘tis a thing, no?
All of this, but found myself in Deep Within Mysterious Shade and The River One. This read / listen came on the heels of morning contemplation. The timing was, of course, perfect.
Deep bow.
Deep gratitude, bruddha Stephen. I think all of us Wayfarers meet at that contemplative center point. Grateful to be woven into yours as yours are into mine. 🙏🏼
sit like Denali
breath with Spruces
Flow With Ship Creek
stroll unarmored
with open ♡
thank you for that prayer