In this dry land there is no rain...

yet their are actual paintings

People reaching like rising seeds

There in Marin vastness

Signs of liquid cash spilling

And hopes come like dreams

Curious people waiting

I seem to notice a secret

Like an tomb of life

And a wave in key hole

Rocks tumbling down in maddening

Sounds

As cracks appear

Sounds

Today is my birthday and 24 days later the death of my dad two years ago.

If living means anything to me it has to do with my research on happiness.  I firmly believe that when some degree of happiness happens most people grossly exaggerate how happy they are and lose the passionate effort that is required!