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Monday
Feb012016

everything

Everything has already happened.

You just need to experience it.

Everything you know is a lie.

Instinct.

Intuition.

Follow your bliss.

Mahliang, Myanmar

Sunday
Jan312016

letting go

He procrastinated. He was addicted to Ling.

They stayed together. They helped each other in small ways.

Love, passion, time, money, energy.

One night she repeated her performance, I come back in one hour.

He waited. Her chance to be responsible. To do what she says. To be honest.

She's a no-show. Her reasons, her choice.

He released his awareness of the futility. Free following their path with dignity, respect.

Letting go. Exhale everything out. Clean break.

How's it feel this emotional release for all the imaginary angst?

Calm. Centered.

 

 

Tuesday
Jan262016

unconscious dreams

Hope is the greatest evil.

A myth. Power. Control.

Thoughts are shadows of our feelings - always dearer, emptier, and simpler.

Dreams, wishes, fears.

Dreams are repressed wishes.

Dreams are the royal road to the unconscious.

Living safely is dangerous. 

Burmese bookshop.

Sunday
Jan242016

21 laughing Tibetans

Words escaped the tyranny of memory.

Singing, they expressed themselves dancing Beauty.

Resilient. Radiant. Clean. Pure. Luminous.

Words had a discussion.

They discussed choices. Cause and effect.

They negotiated a fine line.

SMILE- WE WILL HELP YOU PRACTICE

Do you feel my pain?

Animate and inanimate objects.

Mindfulness in the moment.

 

Friday
Jan222016

make it new

Blindness exchanged blue ink for a dark shade of forest green.

A hand-held dryer waved hot air over a recently shampooed head.

A mirror whispered secrets.

Elements of silence said farewell.

A series of eyes investigated decompression while swallowing fresh yogurt with peach slices near afternoon's languishing empty promises intent on discovering new, make it new day by day, make it new, explanations have to end somewhere.

Explanations are a well-dressed mistake.

In her village she threaded new beginnings as her loom waited for the pressure, the tightness between notes.

Feeling sunlight dress saliva beads blend a weave, texture, design. Hello Beauty.