planted, no slippage, is how Sasquatch survived, but didn't evolve.
Finally, it's all in the past: molecules, atoms, particles, strings
vibrating silently to ethereal rhythms, as the nostrils' moist and
dark hairy passages open to a larger question.
a bear, an ape,
a flower? Perhaps a
roses not yet in bloom, Persephone still entombed, I
asked him if transpersonal experiences can solve the mystery of
existence, revealing how and why the universe was created...Grof
shook his head. 'Not solve,' he replied. 'Because ultimately
earth confines its female scents to the Winter Garden. Where
Corkscrew Hazel unwinds her golden braids, Chamaecyparis pisifera
rose by any other name..."