Bop-a-cat-bop

_ The quiet sky abiding peacefully with the sweet rain... Have you noticed?
_ I have. And for a man who is a million miles from nowhere it is a comfort.
_ The colors... so many shades of green.
_ Why do you suppose money is green?
_ I'd rather talk of colors; of the sky; of the sweet, sweet rain.
_ To hide; to die; to stop getting mail. I see.
_ To eat simply, saving room for life.
_ Rice and lentils; yogurt and fruit; greens.
_ Colors dripping through the sieve of mind. All else is but a story.
_ Bop-a-cat-bop.
_ A nice organic coffee. That's what I'm talking about.
_ Fairly traded and freshly roasted; served in a white porcelain mug.
_ Bop-a-cat-bop.

                                                                 <><><>

     ... The move from one to many is confounding.

     ... A million miles from nowhere is a thrice tied shoe.

photo credit