March 21 by The Running Son
beyond dinner chatter
Does unexpressed creativity really exist?
Does the lone tree falling make a sound?
If I am what I do can I avoid your insisting
you’re near when I come tumbling down?
If I persist in this fear does mother nature frown?
Has the God of fire and judgement gone soft?
If this father and mother keep fucking around
will you join me in dining aloft?
by Jim Aldrich (:
.namaste. -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •- .namaste.