14 Thursday Nov 2013
Posted in poems
escaped – snuck out – the
window open, lamp silent
and I am writing
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
part of >>> writing and being
being wormhole: dream return / to Eglinton Hill
haiku(esque) wormhole: 1965
open wormhole: I am the / luckiest man alive
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
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