24 Tuesday Apr 2012
Posted in poems
like Basho
thinking to lose myself
to the world
a smell of air
from the street
puffed in
through the window
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
air wormhole: Indian music / on the radio
combe end wormhole: when things fall apart
open & windows wormhole: jackstraws
streets wormhole: ‘I came to Manhattan and saw …’
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
My thoughts take me on interesting journies! I’d like to share some here..
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
Poetry, musings and sightings from where the country changes
