We often listen to bad advice,
Meaningful words spoken and written
By which we hope to gain some understanding
Of the deep chaos that our lives present—
If you ever choose to consider its meaning…
I have sought, listened, and read
Many of those I hoped knew so much more than I did.
Now, sitting here by the Bay,
My silly little mongrel dog next to me
On our morning bench.
The sea calmly reaches out to the rocks below.
Nearby, the beach is empty of people.
How is it that I found this answer?
Just as the sun rises and warms my bones,
A scent of saltwater— beside me,
my little dog.
—Bruce Linton
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