mind is a trickster

Those mornings in winter 

When the mist of Tule fog covers the Sacramento Valley 

The early hours that pass like words between friends 

The harvest is done 

Empty fields shrouded with the mist

Dew on the grass in the warm morning sun 

Mount Diablo tall in the gray distance 

Summer 

Singing while I walk 

The mind is a Trickster, fools us 

The breath is true right up to the end

Which one will you follow

We are walking, with every step our shoes caress the broken sidewalk. An old song comes to mind and when we are sure we are alone we begin to sing aloud.

James Lee Jobe 

Hank Williams, I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry 

He who binds to himself a joy

Doth the winged life destroy;

But he who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in Eternity’s sunrise.

William Blake

I consider poetry the proper speech of mankind. It doesn't argue, but convinces by its own integrity. 

 Alan Watts

Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace.

Dalai Lama XIV

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