IRON Meditations (thoughts while pressing a clean shirt for work)
by Carl Santoro
Is wind like music?
Is music like wind?
Each experience is a seperate reality.
A bird's sky, laced with clouds and branches-
we know nothing of it.
It knows nothing of my noisy refrigerator.
And yet we are all
inmates of the same
molecular soup we call
life.
Is music like wind?
Each experience is a seperate reality.
A bird's sky, laced with clouds and branches-
we know nothing of it.
It knows nothing of my noisy refrigerator.
And yet we are all
inmates of the same
molecular soup we call
life.
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This does bring the world into perspective, Carl. I love "laced with clouds.."