The Myth of Good and Evil
A concept with which we live
The birth of a singular polarity
For, it’s meaning we must give (*1)
The idea fosters separation
Observing with our eyes
Unobstructed by our part in it
To ourselves. . . an unknown lie
8/22/15
(*1) Our analytical nature gives rise to speculation and we see ourselves
as observers, not creators.
Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.
When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.
– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)