Our perceptual biases
Generally lead us astray
From seeing what’s really real
From birth to death, each passing day
We fixate on our personal truth
That’s handed down to us
With each inconsistent deviation
We squirm, judge and fuss
8/12/15
6:30AM
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”)