Jun 6, 2021

Sheep. Geese.

I care for words like a shepherd cares for a flock of sheep. I seem to have been born for this work. For many years now this flock has grown larger, healthy and fat. Look now. See the morning sun on their thick fleece. 


Geese flying in a wide V. 

The blue sky, without beginning or end. 

Such grace and beauty. 

Death does not have me yet.


When we are really honest with ourselves we must admit our lives are all that really belong to us. So it is how we use our lives that determines the kind of men we are. 

-Cesar Chavez

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people. 

-Carl Jung

When the whole world is silent, even one voice becomes powerful. 

-Malala Yousafzaiw

by William Robinson


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