The Banjo is silent...

Yesterday, a neighbor of mine died..

He spent his life playing a banjo and singing songs of hope and pain..

He always stayed the common man that chopped his own firewood only a few days ago..

At ninety-four years old, this was an example of the mental and physical strength of the man..

He is back within the Light of Divine Consciousness as he had left the prison of Karma , many years ago..

Travel on, Pete Seeger , Toshi is waiting..


With Love,
Namaste, thomas