“whatsitlike?!” “… it’s freezing it’s like jumping in a fridge it’s absolutely freez-” p-llash.
voices wormhole: all the time
all the time
the wind flacks
in the high palms but
all of a sudden
voices from the pool
and the pump
morning wormhole: 1977
sun wormhole: meditation
voices wormhole: ‘with delight …’
wind wormhole: ‘determined to drop the / dramas and tragedies / of this life …’
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
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