I sat at your fire, Watched you lay out your palette Of fine colored sands. I watched as you drew The designs you learned from him, From the holy man. I saw them take shape, Amazing true shapes in sand, In my old gray eyes.
My story is told in sand. The flaps of this tent shiver. The winds outside stir, get in.
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On the Greeter Board
Here is the question and task every human being must face:
How do I imprint as much of the Absolute as possible in the finite time given? How do I write eternity with these clumsy crayons of time?
-Gagdad Bob
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Koa'aga Itoka
Robinstarfish and his sidekick f/zero are virtual wanderers, on permanent vision quest, photographing and contemplating the wonders of the Maker's most excellent creation.
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The Wind Gets In
I sat at your fire,
Watched you lay out your palette
Of fine colored sands.
I watched as you drew
The designs you learned from him,
From the holy man.
I saw them take shape,
Amazing true shapes in sand,
In my old gray eyes.
My story is told in sand.
The flaps of this tent shiver.
The winds outside stir, get in.
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