Keep on. Just keep on. In my fumbling, bumbling (brilliant) way.
In your unique way.
We are at the gate. Standing in front of the gate. Knock knock.... Who's there?
Me.
Me who?
Me who thinks he is we because I was born with 'Try' in my bones.
???
Me who feels the words of Midnight Oil's. ' How can you sleep when your Bed is burning?' 1987
Me who knows 1970 is long gone .... 'Look at Mother Nature on the run in the 1970's' Neil Young 'After the Gold Rush' and still ....
Sundays are for Horses. Just one day a week Humans. Just one day a week to breathe and make like
fungi spread our mycelial fibers .... beneath the surface and unite as ... People in Nature.
A great unifying circle.... and how can a circle be anything but unifying?
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