A path leads away through a stand of bamboo
rustling and alive to the wind
but my feet stay rooted.
A stream rushes downhill laughing
to greet the distant sea. I am
silent and reflect no sunlight.
The wind reproaches my stillness, but I have no time
to argue with the cloud-shepherd,
busy with the Friend’s work.
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Monday, April 13, 2015
Arguing with the Cloud-Shepherd
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Anybody out there who knows Tiel Aisha Ansari -- I'm getting email from her Gmail account that looks hacked. Might want to mention it to her -- not back to her gmail account; the hacker is answering emails from that account, asserting that he's her ...
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