03 Thursday Nov 2016
Posted in poems
Sylvia
ugly as a Picasso
in all her beauty
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beauty wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – gull circling out at sea
faces wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – snow
Sylvia Plath wormhole: too late:
writing wormhole: woven-through
a poem each day
Nirvana Is The Highest Bliss - Buddha
Print and eBooks for Tibetan Buddhism
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.
“Who is Silvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admirèd be.”
For an older eulogy, perhaps.
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Gadzooks – but where’s the ‘gurn’, don’t forget the ‘gurn’, Mo, not the ‘gurn’
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It’s always hidden in the “Y”.
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