Last weekend I took a trip to the Fremont Farmers Market , mind set on buying a new dresser for my room and flowers for my soul. With everything from clothing to estate jewelry to vintage maps to dig through, you can easily spend all day moving from vendor to vendor, chatting with sellers and eating savory delicious food. Ready to get my shop on, I was stopped within the first 2 minutes, intrigued by a small crowd forming around the simple sound of a type-writer. A man sat content with nothing more than a small table, a smaller chair and a sign declaring his intention. You pick the topic, he writes the poem. Donations graciously accepted. One by one people walked up to him and gave a subject- a friend moving, lovers getting married, an adventure that must include a mermaid, octopus and a pirate ship…. I relaxed on the side line, listening to other’s requests and watching this poet’s mellifluous lyrics flow from thoughts out to the end of his fingertips. After each poem he signed the small piece of parchment and read the poem out loud. 
- Rumi
- Thich Nhat Han
- Hafiz
- Pablo Neruda
- Kabir
- ee Cummings
- Walt Whitman
- Mark Twain
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
