Meditation: Poem
To be a bird is medicine—
Swallowing anodynes of air which
Pass like water through gills of
Feathery throat—
Expending nothing but
Soaring secondhand time
"Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity..." --John Muir, 1898
Friday, December 5, 2008
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