Guest guest Posted August 22, 2009 Report Share Posted August 22, 2009 He has ten thousand stories. And I have heard them all.....many times. He says that he was born in Wyoming. He tells me about the smell of a tack room and tiny blue butterflies swirling over hoof print ponds. He never grows tired of telling me about the summer in Paris and the blond lady in the blue dress. Sometimes I listen.....but mostly is watch ....and smile. toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 22, 2009 Report Share Posted August 22, 2009 Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain wrote: > > > > He has ten thousand stories. > > And I have heard them all.....many times. > > He says that he was born in Wyoming. > > He tells me about the smell of a tack room and > tiny blue butterflies swirling over hoof print ponds. > > He never grows tired of telling me > about the summer in Paris and the blond lady > in the blue dress. > > Sometimes I listen.....but mostly is watch > ...and smile. > > > > toombaru > Last night I noticed all the voices in my head speaking. I just didn't know what to say, so I remained silent... the wild geese calling awakened me into my body waiting my perception fled what dreams may come? ~A Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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