Gold and green are the color of the trees.
There is a subtle gray haze in the fall foliage in the Kentucky hills.
It is peaceful.
In 1967 the scholars and scribes came to Morningstar to observe what we were doing.
We lived, we loved, we were there and we were here, we were being.
There was no style, just life.
It is difficult to describe but it can be seen in ones photo.
Now thirty years later, we are asking the scholars and scribes for their letters and pictures.
They were watching history in the making. They were watching a phenomenon, a revolution-taking place.
They were recording the scene, the time, and the movement.
Time did not stand still in 1967. Time was the present, the moment.
We stood our ground at the moment, we were simply being.
I find it difficult to adjust my thoughts, my sense of being.
When the world around me wants violence.
I see no violence here, but I just have to look into the electronic mirror
to reaffirm the fact that violence is not far away.
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There is a peaceful sleep where death is very close by.
I can see the lights twinkling.
This is the place that is very close to peace.
I can see the lights twinkling.
I want to move away from that peace.
I said the word want; I want to move away from that peace.
We are all seeking the peace but we do not want that today.
We want the peace that brings euphoria, the welling that is deep in the bowels of mankind.
That is the peace that I want.
Gold and green are the color of the trees.
There is a subtle gray haze in the fall foliage in the Kentucky hills.
It is peaceful.

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