Merge with a tree, and coming and going matters little.
Merge with the clouds and the rocks, and all notions of time vanish.
Merge with the creek, and the only possibility is to embrace the flow.
Merge with the clouds and the rocks, and all notions of time vanish.
Merge with the creek, and the only possibility is to embrace the flow.
Merge with a spiral log, leave only ash and disappear into spirit.
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Nice Blog Ms Tretheway! Here at Lake Tahoe must be some special and spiritual place, for me myself to come back here each year and to stay now possibly forever, considering all the great places i've been recently and good people i've met across the USA. Your poetry is inspirational and your 'fueng shwee'(? Groovy movements in some kind rythem) would be something good to do while high (in altitude, such as here at 6200 ft asl). I must say I enjoyed your presentation and the nice little crowd gathered for the meeting. I am really sweet on one of the Librarians and I guess you know which young lady it is (not the one in the painting). Peace & Luck, TC
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