09 Wednesday Aug 2017
Posted in poems
this time
in the back seat
driven by Dot
houses through trees
open fields turning
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Charlotte wormhole: love and precision
identity & time wormhole: dream I // dream II
openness wormhole: such such potential
passing wormhole: pass and / fro
trees wormhole: a nice grey woollen picnic blanket
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
