Guest guest Posted February 9, 2002 Report Share Posted February 9, 2002 Nothing stands still. Rocks move. Its just a question of time lapse. The train winds from city to city. The clouds are ugly or pretty. Have you seen me before? Have you seen the way a dog tries to catch its tail? Have you seen the opening in the door, and not the door itself? Nothing stands still to wait for you. Time laps at the floor of this my shutter of being. The garden is never complete. It needs an un-cared for spot to grow beyond itself. A thousand angels dance upon a pin head. A weed is a true flower in a rose bed. Someone said: Wait for me, I will catch up with you. I don't know. I think I can catch up to this tale of self by being a circle, not a path at all. Not even a circle. More a still picture that is your movement. Not even a picture, but a lens in the heart of you. love eric. Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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