Johnny Appleseed on the Frontier

Posted on June 25, 2024 by orangeacorn

the fruit is the dream

of the seed, the apple’s form

flowers from this myth

About orangeacorn

We are, I believe, and everything is, in perpetual unfolding/enfolding/evolving. There are other worlds with us, there's more than appears. I'm a Columbus, Ohio husband, father, grandfather and friend. I find comfort in the One-ness. I rearrange letters/syllables/words to create art for the attention economy, now yours, as guided by string band rhythms from the ridges of Pocahontas County, West Virginia, the vortex of the ancient drone.
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