Grand Daddy Oak

Grand Daddy Oak
Embodied Ancient Wisdom

Sunday, July 26, 2009


Dead smiling snake
At the edge of the road
Blood and guts smeared
Leaving a tale of what once was
Sun shines
Wind blows
Seas of Grass
Birds Sing
Frogs Jump
Bees Buzz
Flowers bloom begin to decay
Staring up
A black eye reflects the passing clouds
With her Buddha smile
She says, so thisssss
is ANICCA

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