Saturday, January 7, 2017

A Tree Grows in Canyonlands

An intentional universal dreaming coincidence—

Energetic karmic streams of sadness
burning like the Cuyahoga River—

Messing around in the personal is like playing
with the piss and shit of ignorant conditioned
consciousness and stinks to high heaven.

Love begins with oneself.

In the middle of a desert, a green river
flows within its canyon and cottonwoods
go growing in its mystic morning mist.

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