Somewhere Else #9

I know, I know. Holiday ramblings was meant to come tonight. But I didn't have time, so it's coming in the morning (eastern standard time). Meanwhile, here's a great poem by DumCheese to fill the space.

Rileys Backpack

Sunlight is draped over the room

In it comes, with the force of a typhoon

Those who thought to stare down it’s rays

Only ended up in a blind daze

On and on, day after day, week after week

Somewhere always felt the sun peek

Though often personified, it remained emotionless

Though never aware, it helped relieve stress

Though less appreciated, it kept doing it’s job

Through thick and thin, it will never stop

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The dream of life – Alan Watts

“If you awaken from this illusion, and you understand that black implies white, self implies other, life implies death — or shall I say, death implies life — you can feel yourself. Not as a stranger in the world, not as something here on probation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke, but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental." - Alan Watts Click through to read post...