isn’t it beautiful to know that the moon I [we] [you and me] [they] walked beneath and absorbed tonight is the same one that Buddha, Shakespeare, Darwin, Charlie Parker, Apollinaire, Cartier-Bresson gazed upon in their lifetimes?
the same, but different.
aging like all of us, but still there.
It is just as good to know that the moon I [we] [you and me] [they] stood beneath tonight is the same that pulled upon shepards and bards, ship captains and carpenters, and all the rest nameless and essential, a tide of wandering oceans.
By: JG on February 7, 2009
at 7:28 am