A wonder, hmmm, if there’s been just enough outreach (finding a job) that it’s left to patiently wait, now just wait, a patient lingering on a cusp – one cusp of a zillion between poverty and freedom. Feeling any job at this point – me always with hands open, wearing rags, strolling back into the market place (fine bodhisattva) – any offer as an invite for some interesting journey. The kind of place/space Gretel would be giggling while leading me along.
Maybe it’s sitting on a cornflake. Within the geography of day after day alone on a hill. Nowhere man.
And…
from a mountain bench 
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