The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it—basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.
from Tales of Ordinary Madness, by Charles Bukowski
Back to the forest, to the wheat fields, to the river, to the ocean. I go where the wind is.
But I know a place where we can go
That’s still untouched by men
We’ll sit and watch the clouds roll by
And the tall grass waves in the wind
And you can lay your head back on the ground