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Aug 2013
The clouds known they will change
Their seemingly firm shapes         harbor minuscule movements , intangible to the naked eye , with no reason  
to be awe- inspiring but the simple reason to be awe-inspiring (!)

Coconuts washed up on the shore like old bald heads having bobbed along
the sea currents with seemingly no purpose

BUT!
What if there , right on this beach , a tree grows....
And one day the tree may feed young minds with the precious fruit of the future.....Now,
This washed up bald man played no effect until the child's parents had copulated
incubated in a cosy womb
grown into a flesh and spirit being
to need the nourishment from this once unassuming tree...

nourishment to all
peace on the planet and peace in the mind
Fah
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Fah  Nomad
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