I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Here, there, and everywhere

Here I am at the retreat. Last night was very fun.

This morning was awoken to gun fire, just like at home. I guess it's duck season (rabbit season!) on the lake.

Still getting ramped up. Need to check my notebook for my handscribbles from yesterday. Get back in the swing of things.
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