18 Wednesday Apr 2012
Posted in poems
young trees all the same height
on the edge of the undeveloped land
and from below the horizon
the top of a crane
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
crane & horizon wormholes: Heathrow / Airport
trees wormhole: altogether
Things from an unquiet mind
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
yes…from below the horizon…
I thank you for this.
this journey has encouraged me to be more forthright with the things i have to say. to look that embarrassment in the face and say, “P’shaa!!”
a little more letting go has happened
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ah yes, ‘so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens’
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…and some feeding of my horizon pieces…i’ve found a thread through some more of my pieces…continuity i had not seen…
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wyrms are threads;
thank you so much for your reading and writing; you have healed a lot this lonesome heart; you have risen to the most prolific commenter on my blog, true blogfriendship
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