John Saward – July 31, 2017 at 07:25AM

I recall being in the field of infinite ideation arising in stillness as my fingers type. I will return to that
field. There were books that never were finished. A pizza that could not be baked. I ascribe
value to the responses of others and that has been my downfall. This self
-poetic-revealing of the layers of my self to my self is my mission to this self and it is never done. In a sense I have nothing still to accomplish for
the world and I are already one. Meaning is often hidden, but mystic crazy wisdom
poetry goes on and on. Good morning from Gembrook.

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