Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Friday, March 27, 2009


Peace is that happy blind cloud
kissing snow tops
that has rain in its heart
and sunshine on its back.

Oh, Buddha!

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