here i am delivering my personal sutta: my life, my values, my traditions, and as it turns out, i’m the only one listening
Tag: micro poem
Whisper
We whisper into the early morning hour out of respect for the dying night
Profit
And your body is the harp of your soul,
And it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.
And the wind and pine combine to whistle a melody, but what of that melody if there were no ear to hear ?
and what is the mind, but the engineer of the body’s will
The above quote: Khalil Gibran from The Prophet pg. 81
Hope At Least
As you sit there watching the homeless man with carpet padding scarfed around his neck draping down to his feet flip through a magazine he dug out of a trash can, leaning against the trash can, legs crossed, you think: at least there’s always hope. . .
Wronged
You’re wronged until they’re rot, then what have you got?
Orb weaver
Orb weaver! Holding the world together every quiet evening morning I leave for work. Poplar leaves in the breeze and pasted to the ground
Headlines
New study finds snoring may actually be subliminal human mating call
