Being Myself

The Quietude

Deeply Appreciating

Deeply appreciating The smell of salt water and kelp.

The morning birds serenade
Under an ash coloured sky.
The crows respond in a course reply.

Listening deeply you can hear
The fluttering of wings
And the sounds of life
In the nearby trees.

The sounds of cars in the distance
And the hiss of bustling traffic
In the far-off distance.

The quietude is filled with
Life and sound to those
Who listens deeply to
The rippling stillness.

Epilogue

Epilogue

He was a strange old man with peculiar New York ways. He loved a good joke, books, and music. A man of peculiar notions and pithy wit. He was a very bad liar and a collector of tacky puns. He preferred old films and dusty old books. Long dead Greeks and Star Trek geeks. He  preferred a good cup of tea and English prose — simple things and simple ways. He wore a sweatshirt that proudly proclaimed “Alive out of Spite.” And he meant every word.

Chill Jungian vibes.
Insights, music, and deep books.
Soggy windy day.

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