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Back To My Roots
9-29-14

Come the Yin open, expansive
So is another day to log in these journals
Hello kind world
I'm returning again to my roots
Again I put back on my Tiberland boots
Come the Yang focused, powerful and penetrating
By the sound of saxophones and flutes
To seek out two reads of my Victor Frankel
And iron my slits
Listening to Pink Floyd
Reading the book of Numbers
To get my sleep tonight
In partaking in my pickled cucumbers....




More Gibberish
9-29-14

Our Patriot Day has come and gone
As so I rise again two hours before the dawn
To move ahead my king to but capture another pawn
Until in time I seize where I will be long gone
Keeping it simple today
To stifle off another yawn
Come homestretch
I am but a wretch
Setting aside all other books
To focus on what is now and here
To take up faith and forsake all doubt and fear
Come the flow of all I know
The path to the perfect way is slow
Our Patriot Day has come and gone...






My Own Word
9-29-14

Today I read my own word
Today I am the Day Jay and the diurnal songbird
Today it is real to me and no longer as absurd
Acquiring a taste for nonmenthols
To but chew my curd
Biting down to the core
Another cup of strong coffee I pour
Claiming my broken fragment of such a potsherd
Rocking on to this cacophony
As if it were my euphony
I am what I am
By this undeserved kindness
Stated in an alternative translation as grace
And I must say to be one to enjoy it for what it is
I read my own word.....