friends as the global mind spirals and swarms walk with me among the hundred-year-old trees
only deep roots know the ways of groundwater tall trunks face the dawn open as the breast of a hawk in flight each leaf readies itself carefully to fall in complete surrender * * ========================================================== [email protected] ------------------------------ To subscribe, unsubscribe, change your options, view the archives of [email protected], Visit: http://listserv.boisestate.edu/archives/oslist.html
