Grow Your Soul

Patience is your teacher
Show how you feel - spirited away
You speak every language
Nature is your teacher

You are nature
Nurture vs nature - play experiment

Walking makes the road - red dust, green trees, golden cat o' nine tails, breeze, yellow sun, blue sky, blue lake...mirror

Born to be real
I'd rather be real than right


Posture breath 

Paint with light
Bamboo tiger
Blind music
Golden weed fields yellow flowers green stems red dust

Musical language said, when you sit at a java/tea zone on the edge of the expansive traditional Banlung market,
open a notebook, remove a pen from a pocket,
unscrew the Mont Blanc mountain peak,
turn a page to spill linguistic symbols,
a Khmer man
maybe 40 sitting at the round metal table drinking energy liquid
stares at you with deep black eyes.
No expression. Black retina points.
Stranger in a strange land.

How does it feel to be on your own, with no direction home, like a rolling stone?

  Observing a stranger preparing to scribble.

One true sentence

Grow Your Soul

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