draws
should the green share its domains with the white? d’ye think crows care? in their light-slicing flight would it matter who has whose share?! shall clouds ever part with their shadow by day? would the sun pretend to not see their floating lightness, either white, dark or gray and turn them shade-free? do falling stars … Continue reading
god’s moth
haiku-ish attitude – me watching a white moth bumping its head against an old mattress, testing the resistance of the now worn-out and arguably colored satin to the heaviness of its evanescence – aren’t we, the spores of god (whatever “god” may mean for some and all of us), doing the same thing, bumping our … Continue reading
shaped – or not
“We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think.” Buddha of all that is, it is all and naught that grows in the deeply gray fields of the thought, and through its marrowy roots reaches towards the all and naught of others. and thoughts hang like tinsel on “now”’s branches, swayed with a … Continue reading
Endless Journey 