Iβve been experiencing severe, destabilizing deja vu, increasingly frequent and inexplicable. What does this mean?
When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,
Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs?
Black rain boots, swishy dress of the same color hitting just above the knee, bright yellow umbrella. These puddles donβt stand a chance
The etymology of umbrella is so cute, it is a diminutive form of βumbra,β so it means βlittle shadowβ π₯Ί
We might say the actual is a crystallization of the fluid waters of the real. They are constantly melting into and out of each other, as ice in northerly seas, conscious reflection rippling over the waters, stirring
Understanding is reached when experience is distributed equally across the scales of infinite limitation and perfect compassion βοΈ the first granting us vantage from the seat of self, the second approximating a view from all angles, including in its frame the self as watcher
Because my car dealership has a putt putt course I guess they can charge me a million dollars for an oil change. That seems fair
Seen from the eye of the spirit, everything that is, is true. Even a lie is true. It says βyes, I have something to hideβ or βtruly, I am willing to disorder the universe for a fig leafβ Most simply: βverily, I am afraidβ











