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(haiku for alex)
A wandering path...
only my grinding footsteps
and the birds' silence
though somewhat resembling bad poetry generated in my youth, the haiku generator can become addictive, at least for 10 minutes, hoping for a good one, before you never want to go back...
we toasted terrence with some champagne (egly rose grand cru) last night - decided it just might be time to break out the jungle wine...?
tonight
nothing to write
but this
> Last night (Monday, April 3) at 2:30 AM Terence McKenna took his last
> breath and crossed over. He was surrounded by those he loved, although he
> didn't leave this plane until everyone had fallen asleep. Christie was by
> his side.
>
> In Dec. 1999 at Esalen Terence said:
>
> "Everything is a blessing and everything comes as a gift. And I don't
> regret anything about the situation I find myself in. If psychedelics
> don't ready you for the great beyond, then I don't know what really does.
> And we're all under sentence of 'moving up' at some point in our lives.
>
> I have an absolute faith that the universe prefers joy and distills us with
> joy. That is what religion is trying to download to us, and this is what
> every moment of life is trying to do-if we can open to it. And we
> psychedelic people, if we could secure that death has no sting, we would
> have done the greatest service to suffering intelligence that can be done.
>
> And I feel that death is close, and I feel strong because of this
> (psychedelic) community and these people and plants that it rests on, and
> the ancient practices that it rests on, and I am full of hope, not only for
> my own small problems, but for humanity in general."
>