Willie Rambles

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  • Probably Nothing, Hopefully Something

    You took a chance; you made a plea. To have this dance, to set us free. My tender heart, its rapid pace. Your glowing eyes, angelic face. I’m sorry that I couldn’t see What you had tried to offer me. For while my soul had longed embrace, My head was in another place. Read more

  • The Man on the Hill

    We’re still not sure if the man could ever hear us. Peter Holloway says he spoke to him once. We know he’s lying. Peter Holloway is always lying about these sorts of things. The town hadn’t known what to make of it when he’d first appeared. Farmer McDonald had been the first one to spot Read more

  • Here and There

    I don’t know how it happened And I don’t know what to do. I had drowned myself in sorrow For a lifetime or a few. Then I thought I’d found an answer When the heavens showed me who. As I watched my heart find solace While your loving care was new. I was happy in Read more

  • The Water’s Fine

    I made this. To let you know. It was for me. And it still is. She dances in my head. And she won’t stop. And I won’t stop her. That’s for her, I think. I look, sometimes. What more will there be? Is she there? Or has this already happened? If you were to ask Read more

  • With

    In fleeting moments of serenity, I gaze at shimmering crystals from a distance. It is always the same. Again, I find infinity. O, tantalizing beacon, I lay my soul down before you. Fare thee well, And leave me be in my familiar hollow. Let me bathe in proximity. Let me bask in proof. I am Read more

  • Five Seven Five

    You spoke to the Jack. You asked about the Past. He responded: They were stepping stones. A cultivated wisdom. You’ve learned and you’ve grown. You spoke to the Queen. You asked about the Present. She responded: It’s everything. An ongoing miracle. You’re always with it. You spoke to the King. You asked about the Future. Read more

  • Tell that Girl

    Recently, I came across a poem by a man named Charles Bukowski. It’s worded as follows: Friendly Advice to a Lot of Young Men Go to TibetRide a camel.Read the bible.Dye your shoes blue.Grow a beard.Circle the world in a paper canoe.Subscribe to The Saturday Evening Post.Chew on the left side of your mouth only.Marry a Read more

  • Five Colors

    I’d like to share a few observations of mine, each dictated by their own root emotion attached to a specific color (colors are fun!) I will say, acknowledging that it’s often mentioned with the following core set, I’m going to skip ‘sadness.’ While very brief portions of this post will be slightly negative, I’m not Read more

  • An Unwinnable Game: The thoughts of a man who can’t focus on his breath (and that’s ok)

    Nowadays, every time I sit down to meditate, I know what I’m getting myself into. After years of practice, I’ve realized that it’s impossible to avoid distraction. This idealized version of a modern-day Buddha is beyond realistic. You’re going to lose focus, and you’re going to come across things that bother you in the moment, Read more