29 May 2024 | 3:24 am

I gave up blame.After my roar of being Rightechoed from ruined factories,from the stairwaysof shivering skyscrapers, frightening the ferns in their windows, scaring small furry mammals back into asphalt crevices,driving the mushrooms downinto ancient grottoes between knuckles of ivy root; after the crack and peelof my judgmentleft our shook planet even angrier,I let go of blame.I gave up

Peace Prayer
28 May 2024 | 8:21 pm

Breathing in the darkness of grief; breathing out the light of compassion.Breathing in, I grieve for our fallen soldiers; breathing out, I remember that the present moment is a well of healing. Breathing in the cries of village children, terrified and maimed by our soldiers; breathing out flowers on their mothers' graves.Breathing in the burning greed of the arms merchant, I know that it is my

Ode To Emptiness
28 May 2024 | 1:39 pm

If you give up concentration, you will attain perfect one-pointedness. If you become the darkness, you will give birth to the original light. You say you have a Guru? Listen, your Guru is empty. Just ask him. If he, or she, is really a Guru, they'll tell you, "I am Hollow. I am Nobody. Nobody will save you."We're waves of emptiness. That's what we're made of, ripples of no thing in a strange

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