Reading

I can only read in bursts, similar to the way I write.
I have been thinking about Zen. I know nothing about Zen.
The world has answers.
Are the answers deep in the mind of man or deep in the world realm of earth?
Are the answers farther out in the sky?
There is no need to look. Work has solved the riddle.
My body aches it no longer wants to work. To maintain my sanity I must write.
I must place marks on paper in a pleasing fashion.
I must warm your heart with a blanket of clear light.
The Morningstar and Wheeler Folk are writing to you, sharing their understanding of pleasant dreams and goodwill.
Deep into the sub-culture of the sixties there was a reality, a deep essence of being.
A warm spiritual feeling of comfort lay under the colorful smiles and warm glows of humanity.
There is no need to look or feel.
There is no need to want.
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