Our Lives are painted pictures Of this, we can be sure But such a waste of Crimson When spilt upon the floor. I can hear you’re cloaked in sadness For I have lived there too And it seems your heart is broken (As hearts are wont to do) So please consider this now , If […]
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From Verse of Small Sanctuary. I wrote this while I lived in a small town in Pennsylvania; it boasted a small but beautiful main street with great restaurants, a theater, et cetera– also was a psychic’s shop, which (though the lights were on) were perpetually closed. In a time of deep depression and, indeed, desperation […]
Read More The ReadingI recently finished the book Kim by Rudyard Kipling (who, as you may have gathered, is a personal literary hero of mine) and was struck by a particular Jataka or Story of the Buddha’s former birth. I am far from anything resembling an expert or even Greenhorn in the subject of Buddhism, having only a very […]
Read More The Elephant and MindfulnessBitter shackl’d I to the unknown When the promise of today is gone For tomorrow she ain’t written yet An’ Night’s moon’s laughin’ fit to burn And as daily pains I do wish begone In bleedin’ scratches on my soul By the livin’ Gawd above I pray To lift my heart from burnin’ coals So to all you out, about, around Unsure about the comin’ […]
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