Since I came to Cold Mountain,
I’ve fed my destiny on mountain fruits.
What cares could there be in an ordinary life?
I’ll simply follow mine through … 52 more words
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Pure Land Way
In a tangle of cliffs, I chose a place -
Bird paths, but no trails for me.
What’s beyond the yard?
White clouds clinging to vague rocks. 43 more words
–Your form must ask your shadow which way to go.
Amin is a technician of proactive language. I’ve never met anyone so focused, in a non-coercive, non-corporate way. 117 more words
1 month, 1 week