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Always Been Looking - Sept. 3, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Sep 3, 2024
  • 1 min read

I remember flipping rocks in streams   watching crayfish skitter away

to slip under other rocks as minnows hovered against the current

watching me ply those creeks for life and other shaded mysteries

 

for my whole life I’ve never stopped turning things over  searching for

the mystery of life  meditation  aimless driving after dark  seeking out

teachers and gurus and self-help courses to open or turn me inside out

 

is death just another stone to roll away to see what crawls out

or like molting out of a shell  looking for a glimpse of myself

running naked for cover 

 
 
 

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