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aging, Angela, dukkha, flarf, poetry, prose poem, running barefoot, Yellow House Cafe
–for Angela
There is suffering, frightening, when you run barefoot through muddy accidental condition of wandering. Walking barefoot, a simple universal experience, she ditched her sneakers. Before you can even begin to run, walk barefoot everywhere. This will aid dangerous sports, running away from them. Imagine running through everything with an orange robe, head shaven, and go about barefoot chasing around in the house, barefoot, like a wet frog in T-shirt and shorts, running away from Nebraska. The particulars wanted desperately to run from a wondrous thing: to age. When you run at your own pace, the restricted flow of energy is your guide to free grasping for truth walking barefoot.
Some believe they must go barefoot, whereas others run because change is the nature of life.
Radical Totality 
Inspired (again!) by a post by Angela at the Yellow House Cafe.
Just great, this. Fun and funny!
Thank you. Not at all the tone I was expecting. Search terms: dukkha, aging, barefoot running.
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A little influence of “Just walking around” in there too 🙂
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It was a little disturbing how often the phrase “and pregnant” appeared in the raw text. That was the first thing to go.
dig it, Mark – thank you! there is great wisdom in these lines — now, as for running barefoot – sigh, if the foot allows come spring. if not, a walk, a walk will do just fine (quickly, of course) ~ a
Come spring, walk barefoot everywhere! This will aid dangerous sports. Change is, after all, the nature of life 😉