The CLever rabbit

The Clever rabbit has three holes. One day while sitting in the park meditating, I could not get the monkey to stop chattering in the back of my mind. So, I opened my eyes and examined my surroundings. Directly in front of me about 10 yards was a pine tree that stood over two stories tall. Scurrying up and down the tree was a small collective of squirrels collecting nuts or whatever they go grabbing and carrying off like gold to a poor man. I watched the squirrels for a minute or so when I noticed a rabbit on the perimeter of the of the small area keep popping his head up and down from a small hedge surrounding the area. Basically, looking from the top down, you would see a large tree, me to the north of the tree, sitting on a bench, and a rabbit poking his head up and down on the west side of the tree making a right angle with me and the tree would be the 90 degree angle. The next thing that happens, the rabbit makes a break towards the tree, where the squirrels are collecting nuts, and proceeds to run towards me. As the rabbit turns toward me and begins running, a hawk drops from the branches of the tree and catches a squirrel in its razor sharp talons and carries the meal back into the branches and the rabbit escapes into the bushes: What is the moral of the story?

Lord' prayer

On a path
to nowhere,
better yet,...
our destination.
the long dirt nap
in a plush pine box.
desperately we be seeking
something to squeeze,
some fondle flesh,
Our president is a pussy grabber
other grasp for gold,
Bill Gates has the second largest economy in his pocket,
many want fame,
Prince died alone in an elevator
ME! little old me,
I want my plastic cup full,
of a delicious beverage
no more convincing myself
that up is down.
or
2 + 2 = 5.
I will UNTHINK your thought
double plus my observation of reality
into my think.
but still my eyes return
to back to where I have left.
Repeating the same mistakes, FOOL
or
life is a cosmic dance
we be shaking like Shiva
trying avoid our fate,
of
pushing up the daisies,
being blown by the wind,
or maggot food
wherever you choose to rest in peace,
till the day of the dead!

PANIC

GUNS

FEAR

HOPE

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