I am the arrow
Share Article Kampot river market long ago and far away
Where the bad people hung heads as a warning 1975-1979
Hungry ghosts
Old haunts discover language light zones
Paint with light
Familiar stranger
Vocal chords produce conversations magic music
Laughter’s labyrinth
Meditate on emptiness
Self directed kid
Zen arrow
Talented people hit the target others can’t
Genius hits the target others can’t see
Want
Need
Market light energies
Golden chickens
Silver fish
Lost and confused simple kind locals
Noodle mama mystery buy / sell eye candy
Shuffling teddy bear pajamas sing voice wind
Intersection of Durian fish gold fabric
Blind string man creates haunting music
His daughter leads him by pulling his shirt forward
They wander broken cement market paths
Echo lament notes drift into / through ears
Unconscious ice melts
Dead kind eyes stare at a stranger
Scribbling non-sense data...laughter's memory
Japanese tourists wear black and white cotton elephant pants
Cheaper than ivory tusks
In heavy carry-on emotional baggage
Rain quality
Market energies dance light
Community flow excellence
Relationship b/t you and your experience
Empathy
Fragments
Live a meaningful life
Hunter with optics
Breathe and squeeze
No form or substance
Excellence
Non-duality
Singularity
You are a stream-winner
Raindrops
Samuel Beckett minimal absurdity
Your begging bowl
Wanders floating world
Memory market hum
Her New World Order
t-shirt danced past...a woman with basket of bread, a woman gently slicing then chopping bacon, a woman scaling silver fish, a woman dividing coconuts, an old woman negotiating passages with her begging bowl, a man carrying bananas on his thin back,
a woman fingering REAL notes, lost humans inspecting hope despair laughter and song,
girls doing a pedicure, a woman polishing red apples,
shadows dancing with impermanence,
spoons stabbing ice, glittering silver stars on a headscarf reflect elegant universe
The world is illusion
Just sitting
Experience
One day = one year
One year = one day
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