We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.~ Buddha
“You’re not sick.”
There’s no way he has of telling this, of course. All he knows is what chooses to escape, usually in the form of carefully chosen language. Would he be so generous, I wonder, if I spilled everything shamelessly in the way that I want to? No, of course not; He wouldn’t be […]
where i is imagined
Every moment is a rebirth,
Each fragment filled with wonder.
How can I help but be distracted?
When each diversion is a wealth of ardor
And every tangent returns me home.
Om Jai Guru Om
This is a charcoal I did while in the hieghts of “bliss” so-to-speak. I gave it this title at the time, thinking I was so clever, but now I am not entirely sure what I was thinking. Sometime’s I catch glimpses of what I thought I meant, but that’s not the same as knowing. I drew it […]