I take refuge in my home warm while the cold air from the North started the penultimate autumn leaves of the trees in my Linear Park. The spring greens, which were maturing in the summer, have been transformed into beautiful yellow have gradually been overcome by the brown land has to accept them with natural joy for life to continue making their way to other forms. 
The life and death shows a shocking way around me and try to grab the tree of life which dry leaf hanging from the branch in the winter is coming. I am thankful to life by having lots of water while many People die thirsty. I give thanks that my kids have everything they need in a world where children go to war, are enslaved, prostituted and abandoned. I am thankful for the company of a colleague who warms my soul, frightening loneliness that pervades the streets, homes and hearts of the civilized human. I thank all my loved ones, past, present and future, I can give love and rejoice my spirit. I am thankful to live in peace on a planet infested with wars. I give blood and money to help a little, when I can. 
But to go to the toilet I realize I do not accept that naturally flavorful and aromatic foods, how gladly savored, have become stinking excrement to scare others, and that channeled water from the streams of becoming wild in civilized sewage. So our young bodies are to be converted into fertilizer for dust in the universe, like everything that we possess. Delusion, then, hold on to things and the temporal, ... .... but it's so nice to enjoy the pleasant, that we adhere to it that the rock barnacles at high tide. Naturally, I think. 
And so, using my body, I take a walk to the monkey that is my mind restless. I immerse myself in the woods smelling multicolored moss and mushrooms. Deeply appreciate the low heat in the cold. Am aware my breath and try to digest my experiences. I feel the beat of my heart and weariness of my weight. 
tried to recreate in the here and now of this space / time I have lived. But I also amuse travel through the pages of books or crush me against the "smart" electronic displays. Not everything is white on Sunday morning. The light and shade, again. Poderme give thanks for shelter and "having" other parks for walking, as well as Linear Park. 
The life and death shows a shocking way around me and try to grab the tree of life which dry leaf hanging from the branch in the winter is coming. I am thankful to life by having lots of water while many People die thirsty. I give thanks that my kids have everything they need in a world where children go to war, are enslaved, prostituted and abandoned. I am thankful for the company of a colleague who warms my soul, frightening loneliness that pervades the streets, homes and hearts of the civilized human. I thank all my loved ones, past, present and future, I can give love and rejoice my spirit. I am thankful to live in peace on a planet infested with wars. I give blood and money to help a little, when I can. But to go to the toilet I realize I do not accept that naturally flavorful and aromatic foods, how gladly savored, have become stinking excrement to scare others, and that channeled water from the streams of becoming wild in civilized sewage. So our young bodies are to be converted into fertilizer for dust in the universe, like everything that we possess. Delusion, then, hold on to things and the temporal, ... .... but it's so nice to enjoy the pleasant, that we adhere to it that the rock barnacles at high tide. Naturally, I think. And so, using my body, I take a walk to the monkey that is my mind restless. I immerse myself in the woods smelling multicolored moss and mushrooms. Deeply appreciate the low heat in the cold. Am aware my breath and try to digest my experiences. I feel the beat of my heart and weariness of my weight. tried to recreate in the here and now of this space / time I have lived. But I also amuse travel through the pages of books or crush me against the "smart" electronic displays. Not everything is white on Sunday morning. The light and shade, again. Poderme give thanks for shelter and "having" other parks for walking, as well as Linear Park. 
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