My Old Body is A Foreigner

The Town and Fortress of Huy, Belgium, on the River Meuse, James Webb

Barking

The moon comes up.
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn’t die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there’s no chain.

— Jim Harrison

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Just imagine the truck drivers who have come from faraway lands, have had to travel over those ‘inconvenient and steep footpaths,’ now waiting outside the city gates of ego-consciousness to unload their diverse and complex merchandise, but not let in. They will soon grow impatient, irritated and angry. If unrelated to, they might possibly become violent, as the soul-food they are bringing is spoiled, having incubated for too long in the womb of the shadow.

— Bud Harris, PhD

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