Farewell, Hudson River, on a balmy NY night. |
Stonehouse wrote, "We blossom and fade like flowers/ |
We gather and part like clouds/ |
But here in Paradise it's not poured but blooming: Screenshot from Change.org petition to Publix re: no sugar product purchase "Below high cliffs unaware of the source wherever you turn is karma chaos and confusion in order to see the truth/look beyond your senses it's always been this way/the spring flows all around you." "Below high cliffs serene in solitude not visited by time the mind creates the world the window holds a setting moon the stove contains a dying fire pity the sleeping man startled from his butterfly dream." "Below high cliffs you eat and sleep your fill indulge desire and lethargy idle away the months and years until old age and illness arrive and a thousand pains afflict you digging a well when you're thirsty you endure heat in vain." |
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