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Tag Archives: zen
Nothing to do with Zen – Poem
Nothing to do with Zen This poem has nothing to do with Richard Brautigan After the rain fell for a year I began to notice puddles were nothing new. You told me I would begin to realize these things. I … Continue reading
Poem – Nothing to do with Zen
Nothing to do with Zen This poem has nothing to do with Richard Brautigan After the rain fell for a year I began to notice puddles were nothing new. You told me I would begin to realize these things. … Continue reading
