I haven’t posted in a while but alas, my muse has finally looked down upon me and seen to it that my creative juices start flowing and the light-bulbs of creation above my head shine brightly; be on the look out for regular posting once again.

This is a poem inspired by advice from my dad that I always try to keep in mind. (I played around with haiku a little for this one)


Laid back on a couch,
Smiling face – content with life:
“Don’t sweat the small stuff…

It’s all small stuff.”

About gnarlyoak

"Nestled sporadically over great and endless knolls, devoid of life during dry summer months, the oak trees of Los Altos Hills – so numerous around my home – speak to me in an unheard language. Like any person I am the sum of my successes and failures but unlike the masses I have heard the language of the oaks – I found meaning in their forgotten voice." - Song of the Oak
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1 Response to Advice

  1. Wise words; nice tribute.
    Thanks, man.

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