Knocking on the Mirror
Standing in front of the mirror I see a face Changing, morphing, moving in stillness Who stands before me? I reach out and the reflection reaches back Is this a […]
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The Mudhill
Today I realized that I was living inside the mudhill*. Wet, gooey, thick viscous mud sucks at my feet and mires me in a bog. The mudhill lies at the […]
Reflection on the Delusion
This post is a personal reflection, an inner conversation with myself. When I use the pronoun ‘you’ I am addressing myself. It is not directed to anyone other than my […]
The Buddha Wears Camo
The Buddha Wears Camo sometimes the Buddha wears camo and carries a Colt 45 sometimes the Buddha’s a cowboy a Bodhisattva in disguise sometimes she’s a warrior other times she’s […]
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