College era (1997 ish) Thought Zen Time No motion Moves so fast Places that exist Only on the inside Colors of marbles in my bag Pull them out Send them spinning All around, they crash Into colorful explosion >----------------------------- next page ----------------------------< It will snow again this year Take a breath and exhale your fear Drop off that rock and spin around Your landing in the cloud A rush to get on the way The peaceful hush under ancient trees Calls aloud and pulls side to side Down the hill runs fast again >----------------------------- next page ----------------------------< Random Thoughts An ecosystem arrives at balance through chaos, flux and change Many species blend together into one, whole The genome: individuals, species - everything alive and dead Humans have culture Culture begins with the smallest unit: (mother and child) family
4/11/2013 ~ 1 min read
