Breadcrumbs 2020
Leftovers
The challenge is renouncing the sorrow of consciousness, for the quietude of awareness.
In transcending attachment to the mundane-secular-time-bound world,
For the timeless insecurity of immaculate awareness.
Breadcrumbs
Oh, how I sometimes long for that unadorned Old School time,
Where a pleasurable sense of solitude and tranquility quietly reigned,
And the world with all its endless tangles was far away, only barely important.