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June 2009 
the wind that blows
Posted on Oct 30th, 2007
by 
forrest
forrest
breathing
laughing
dreaming
i see the fool who sees me
i no longer wish to understand
i just want to linger in the mystery
wonder at the wonder of it all
i might die tomorrow
what have i accomplished?
nothing, nothing, and more nothing
one wave, washing up on shore
crashing, wholeheartedly,
and disappearing forever.
did you want to know me?
there was nothing to know.
when i look at your face, i imagine i know you
i imagine i know myself
nothing but color and shapes and movement
emotions, high tides, sun bleached desert
animals looking for their next meal,
water miraculously coming out of a spigot.
no one knows anyone, or as thoreau
told me long ago,
"The arts and sciences, a thousand appliances,
Lo, the wind that blows,
is all that anyone knows!"
laughing
dreaming
i see the fool who sees me
i no longer wish to understand
i just want to linger in the mystery
wonder at the wonder of it all
i might die tomorrow
what have i accomplished?
nothing, nothing, and more nothing
one wave, washing up on shore
crashing, wholeheartedly,
and disappearing forever.
did you want to know me?
there was nothing to know.
when i look at your face, i imagine i know you
i imagine i know myself
nothing but color and shapes and movement
emotions, high tides, sun bleached desert
animals looking for their next meal,
water miraculously coming out of a spigot.
no one knows anyone, or as thoreau
told me long ago,
"The arts and sciences, a thousand appliances,
Lo, the wind that blows,
is all that anyone knows!"
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