Truth (with a capital "T") is the elephant, and humanity the blind touching, sniffing, tasting, listening to this big "T" and of course we all rhapsodize a different tale (or tail?), yet in the end the big "T" is still the big "T" and all our various tales describe a tiny bit of that reality, the elephant.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Autumn
It was tall taller than me the sunflower petals were no more and half the seeds gone too the head hanging as if weary of all those summer days following the sun yellow petals before blue sky no more.
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