...keeps popping up, and now won't let me download new photos from my camera to my picture file.
I've hit a virtual wall
My mind is not relaxed.
Though I'm participating, I can't seem to keep up.
There may be other files too, since I've gotten it while on G-mail as well.
Wouldn't an empty line be beautiful?
I don't want to delete my photo files, but haven't enough of those USB drives to download the whole batch from 2009 to now. The problem is clutter like the rest of my life. Well, I'll delete what I've already put on one of them (a 4GB took 2009 through June), fill up the two (each is 2GB) smaller ones I have, and work on dumping a whole bunch of archived emails. What do I really need?
All That Is Needed
For every lean brown cow, a makeshift shack for shelter
made of splintered planks and poles,
crowned with dented, rusted tin.
For every bamboo leaf, at dawn, one bead of dew,
crystal clear, and empty--open
like a lens to let light in.
For every petal floating on the surface of the pool,
shadows trembling on smooth stones
underneath still water’s skin.
And for each wretch who falters, and falls beside the road,
an hour of sleep, and dreams--no matter
what he’s done, or where he’s been,
no matter where he says he goes,
or what on earth he thinks he knows.
For every lean brown cow, a makeshift shack for shelter
made of splintered planks and poles,
crowned with dented, rusted tin.
For every bamboo leaf, at dawn, one bead of dew,
crystal clear, and empty--open
like a lens to let light in.
For every petal floating on the surface of the pool,
shadows trembling on smooth stones
underneath still water’s skin.
And for each wretch who falters, and falls beside the road,
an hour of sleep, and dreams--no matter
what he’s done, or where he’s been,
no matter where he says he goes,
or what on earth he thinks he knows.
~by R. Nemo Hill~
(Posted on Face book to me in comments on last post, and added in to comments on the last post by me)
posting it again today because It is one of my favorites
