The Process
I put my mind in neutral
turning off the slide projector in my head,
stopping the non-stop soundtrack
to which we are all attuned
in the middle of the chorus.
The quiet becomes deafening.
The words spring forth
from the cacophony of images
I sing along with the silence
the well of life experienced
Knowledge
comes from the company you keep:
Wisdom grows in solitude
05/27/2021 @ 6:53 am
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We cannot calculate our loss nor comprehend words of comfort.
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The assassin wears all colors but did not weave his cloak.
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lost my ID
not my ego
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AROUND THE CORNER
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by Charles Hanson Towne (1877-1949)