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what’s a post office to do
I crawled into bed Sunday night at a quarter past six. Exhausted – physically, mentally, emotionally. Exhausted with my current address, and exhausted with no future address. I nearly fell right asleep. Beginning Friday…
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coffee shop scribble, pt two
Sometimes I sit around doing nothing and think my being an introvert and on the cusp of anti-social are why I experience aloneness, especially the way I’ve experienced aloneness here in San Luis Obispo,…
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this
Portland, Oregon. Elvis is coming back into the building.
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coffee shop scribble, pt one
Unedited – like me these days: Don’t push the river, and a revelation. When I have my own place I will fall all-into a deep study of Chinese poetry. I may, for all I…
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bzzz
Thursday memo to self – Mind your own bee’s wax. Oh, mirror, mirror, on the wall: What’s my part?
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like a salad
“Like Vimalakirti she shuts her mouth, following the old way. All day long, she sits within the gate. She does not tell anyone her inner treasure….When she sees the Blue Mountain through her veranda,…
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ticket to ride
I am not like other people. I’m just not. I’m not like everybody/anybody else. I did, though, have conversations yesterday with folks in both Santa Barbara and New Jersey who did have very nice…
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work to do
This was my three-song YouTube playlist Saturday morning, which fell directly out from my Morning Pages: ‘I’ve Got Work To Do’ by the Isley Brothers; ‘Most Likely You’ll Go Your Way and I’ll Go…
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just some stuff
I was holding this painting in my hands later last night. I’d brought it off a wall near the laundry machines Tuesday to bring into the Koan group – as the only thing I…
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hearing like an earring
Yesterday I wrote here about the sensory quality of a fragrance as a lightning path to long-ago enlightenment. The nose knows, you could say. Today I’m hung up on the ear, home to the…
