Sunday, 18 December 2011


horse hair paintbrush
like loaded milk pelt


tasting aura
golden strands


breaking the virgin snow
gala shoes


colour and wind in unison


consciousness experienced received


divine pleasures / divination to self




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Saturday, 3 December 2011

zazen

there is a zen
    to this mess

everything is a lie
  and
    nothing forever truth

we may
turn to dust / shooting stars


the sunshine falls slanted
glass beads over a deep blue



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