I spent so long...
Tag: nature
The unborn / the blank sheep
Loving my children with this...
The universe is made of circles (1/0.8)
I did not know how to centre though before I was taught...
No laws, no change (or: true laws are unwritten)
looking outside myself for direction...
No dwellers, no dwelling
heat pump whorls the outside air above this plaid sofa...
Zen and the art of making…
a poem called "Bowls" by David Lambert...
Wild horses (or: Off the wagon)
walking with the horses...
Childlike wishes (or: the rain of zen)
There is a page in a book called Zen Keys that describes a perfect day.
Two eyes, one window (or: the pupil as navette)
Are we seekers of the Oneness or are we seekers of...
Collective consciousness (all-go-rhythm inspires)
sometimes a star arrives shooting through the sky of solar plexus a wave arises, a fiery silver...
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