fuschia flay

fuschia flay

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A Poem by fuschia flay
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Creation. This notion of create and create. To see, hear, feel, the "what is" all around me. There is this something inside me. That waits around the corner. Knows me. Anyone can surround themselves, be saturated, with "IT". Essence. Life. Giving. Receiving. There is so much. Some beautiful, some, not so much. But it is all in the choosing. Be constructive. Build. Don't destroy. Change. Grow. Move. Nothing is static. Everything makes a difference you know. So just breathe it in and begin. Wishing is only wishing. Doing is to become.


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Posted 16 Years Ago


�see the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanderers, Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming, all that crap they didn't really want anyway such as refrigerators, TV sets, cars,�and general junk you finally always see a week later in the garbage anyway, all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume, I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures.


Jack Kerouac,
The Dharma Bums
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