The shadow is the seat of poesy.
be mindful
of that.





Today is Sunday, August 21, 2011, and this is the only journal entry in this journal.
I want to write a poem for Katie for her sdfkjbadghlbslhj

I really have nothing to say.



"you knew
this molten core spun faster than
our crust could ever show;

swing your pendulum
over someone else,
geomancer,
find water for your new family."

Thus I spake to a mentor, for it was the TAO which drove me to say anything at all worth saying, which is to say: