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Sep 2021
This is what we call wealth,
any produce
from e spent, in proportion,
eh,
weigh worth value validate
feel words that feel
right
think feel
that's it, neti, neti, per fecto
patient cop out- I am misted

wait and see, now you've come,
says the guru whose secret I told

he knows what none who pass the test
knows; he knows he lies.

I was advised of that, late one night,
in winter '70-71, on the south side of Sunset,
walking west,
I said aloud, to the crowd of three or so,
I know the secret the guru at the mountain top
knows, and never tells,
he knows he is lying about what he knows.
A final thought, free to find in passing, fragmentary remains of the day
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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