
Seeds
I Will Live Even Though I Will Die
discovering existence
has a taste that is at times salty
and at dawn as fresh as cupuaçu
A Circle is a Shape with Infinite Edges
Listening and listening again, till Awareness is loudest, centred in our attention.
The Ground of Awareness
To the casual observer I may indeed look exactly like I did yesterday…
Seen from here, the river is a nothingness
why even bother
Recycling past lives
when I find, upon arrival,
that the present welcomes
all iterations
Non-Geographically Bound
And the self that I meet on the mat becomes me,
Becomes this self I carry off the mat, and into the world.