It’s the end of an era / and any end summons terror— /
That is the beauty of illusory Time: in any given moment your only obligation is to that moment-- anything else that will happen or that has happened is all a part of the illusion. BOM BOM MAHADEV.
Other echoes Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow? T.S. Eliot The day before yesterday morning I woke repeating a word in my head: Vestal. I have a wide vocabulary that I can’t account for, so often I get these ‘word worms’ (similar to ‘ear worms’) slithering through my consciousness. If I’m feeling up for... Continue Reading →