23 Monday Apr 2012
Posted in poems
mauve
the buddleia’s dying flowers
leaning in all directions
but through the leaves
the royal blue steps
of the child’s slide
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
blue wormhole: altogether
garden wormhole: open window
mauve wormhole: ‘red ink in the air …’
"Ancient Thought in Modern Dress"
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.
hedy bach original photography mixed stories and music
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.
Buddhist meditation center presenting pure Dharma teachings
Sparked by Words
