14 Wednesday Mar 2012
Posted in poems
on the train as
the embankment rose up
a suitcase was put
into the luggage rack
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
passing wormhole: ‘dressed in black smiling …’
train wormhole: pylon on the hill
windows wormhole: ‘gnashing …’
may the Supreme and Precious Jewel Bodhichitta take birth where it has not yet done so ...
Om Ah Hung
Poems by Holly Lofgreen
The Teachings of Lama Shenpen Hookham
Tintin, essays, and a hearty helping of criticism
Inspiration on the Vajrayana Path (if words too small, set browser to magnify to 125%)
Snapshots of remarkably unremarkable things and other discoveries.
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
ab ovo usque ad mala
I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.
