Dharma: Purpose. Anything that upholds and sustains life.
Fireworks explode from a plant pot three paces from where we sit on the high sea cliffs of Varkala. 1,243 more words
. . . shuffle the old file cards of the soul in demented hallucinated sleep . . .
Jack Kerouac, Visions of Cody
I would not call last night’s sleep “hallucinated” though the hotel bed is different enough from my own, that the new environment contributed to a somewhat restive night. 230 more words
Until I saw with my own two eyes how asparagus grows, I thought citrus trees were the most exotic things I’d ever seen, florae-ly speaking. Sure, oranges and lemons and limes borne from fruit trees like the simple apple and pear but they actually grew during the winter, the fallow season to my northern mindset. 652 more words