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Thursday, June 23, 2011
I'm Addicted
Started watching "A Game of Thrones" on HBO and, as is my wont, researched the author of the books on which it is sourced, one George R.R. Martin". Turns out there are 4 books in print, another due in July, and his fans want him to finish the series with two more. He's more than a little annoyed by their clamoring, knowing he's "old and fat", but he's working on it. Anyhow, the books are long and complex, with hundreds of characters and medeival fantasy terminology, but ultimately a character-driven tale, quickly addicting. Oh, and there are dragons, too, but not in the beginning. They are all on BOMC2, where you can buy hardbound copies for $12.95, no shipping costs...a great site for other books as well.
Serena
I mention Serena to someone
at least once a day.
This is today’s, and it gets to
a whole bunch of special someone’s.
Hurray!
She used to be Maxine, my Serena,
before she felt the call.
I think it started with a whim and
a prayer, a weekend retreat.
That’s all?
She’s Reverend Serena now, it’s
unlikely they call her Rev, no doubt,
at that abbey up north near Shasta Mountain.
So far from me, can she hear me?
My shout?
I mention her when I think of her,
really, I do, every day.
for the simplest of reasons, because
I’m a better man for it, or at least I try to be.
So I say.
She left me a book 12 years ago,
when she left me,
told me not to be greedy with 163 pages
of Zen Seeds. I just finished it.
Whee!
She’s a Contemplative Buddhist,
my friend.
I think about that a lot.
She’d find that more funny than ironic.
How Zen.
at least once a day.
This is today’s, and it gets to
a whole bunch of special someone’s.
Hurray!
She used to be Maxine, my Serena,
before she felt the call.
I think it started with a whim and
a prayer, a weekend retreat.
That’s all?
She’s Reverend Serena now, it’s
unlikely they call her Rev, no doubt,
at that abbey up north near Shasta Mountain.
So far from me, can she hear me?
My shout?
I mention her when I think of her,
really, I do, every day.
for the simplest of reasons, because
I’m a better man for it, or at least I try to be.
So I say.
She left me a book 12 years ago,
when she left me,
told me not to be greedy with 163 pages
of Zen Seeds. I just finished it.
Whee!
She’s a Contemplative Buddhist,
my friend.
I think about that a lot.
She’d find that more funny than ironic.
How Zen.
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