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Lamentation of the Soul

I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my coach with my weeping; my eyes waste away because of grief… 644 more words


A hard place

The Buddha is endlessly portrayed as a pragmatist and the Buddha-Dharma as a therapeutic endeavour, with a single purpose: to end dukkha.  1,340 more words

The Quiet Hours

The quiet hours

Display a resolution

Their story is cheap.

Awake; I still dream

The thoughts rattle me

I compare them softly with you.

The illusion almost seems real. 59 more words


life; part 4

An ode  to the postmodernist inside my skull, a note, a digression, impressed, pressed, seared into my imagination: When you’re in pain, you suffer alone.