puros_bran
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Late at night when the hoot owls have went to bed and the early birds have yet to rise, I find my self alone. Wrapped in thoughts about nothing, I slip down the highway. Just me, the radio and a pipe lighting the night. Preserving the pipers dreams.
Its a peaceful time, the Virginias slipping out the window, the latakia scent lingering in the air, the orientals desperately holding on to my throat.
I think about the man who grew my tobacco. Is he asleep? Or is he halfway around the world toiling over the crops. I float a little prayer for his wellbeing and prosperity. I'm thankful for the man that dug the briar burl, his hard labor has brought me so much joy. I wonder where the man that carved this pipe landed? Lord I hope you smiled on him for all the happiness he brought. The previous smoker isn't forgotten,I'm sure his memorys linger in the wood like a ghost in an old house. How much joy this piece of wood has brought.
Its really amazing when thoughts of nothing come together,crossing time and distance without effort. The troubles of life seem to dissapate. That calmness encircles me. I am content.
I've got to go now, the ash just yielded its last whisp, my prayers have been offered up. Hopefully when the sun peeks his head over the hill and you awaken for that first bowl you'll blow a little puff in my direction, as I have for you. Happy Pipe Dreams Brothers, and rest well.
Its a peaceful time, the Virginias slipping out the window, the latakia scent lingering in the air, the orientals desperately holding on to my throat.
I think about the man who grew my tobacco. Is he asleep? Or is he halfway around the world toiling over the crops. I float a little prayer for his wellbeing and prosperity. I'm thankful for the man that dug the briar burl, his hard labor has brought me so much joy. I wonder where the man that carved this pipe landed? Lord I hope you smiled on him for all the happiness he brought. The previous smoker isn't forgotten,I'm sure his memorys linger in the wood like a ghost in an old house. How much joy this piece of wood has brought.
Its really amazing when thoughts of nothing come together,crossing time and distance without effort. The troubles of life seem to dissapate. That calmness encircles me. I am content.
I've got to go now, the ash just yielded its last whisp, my prayers have been offered up. Hopefully when the sun peeks his head over the hill and you awaken for that first bowl you'll blow a little puff in my direction, as I have for you. Happy Pipe Dreams Brothers, and rest well.