Standing outside his bedroom door in Bonita, California, Coyote was transfixed, staring at his yellow-paged legal pad, hanging on his door, with pen on a string. Something needed to be written. Coyote picked up the pen. About ten minutes later, the poem, "Insecticide Soup," was completed.
Somehow this apocolyptic poem inspired or transported his imagination into another dimension where Coyote saw life from two more perspectives. The first was like a memory of his soul before being imported into his current body. The other was of lives and lifes and learnings of life that created a value for life that could be measured.
AUTUMN FLAVOURS starts this 4-book series of poetic enlightenment.
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