open hand holds everything

A waterfall discovers a curbed grate. Grateful gravity.

A thin blue line is mindfulness.

A dragonfly hovers those words. A fragile and precious object.

Riding Mystery in LP one day before Xmas. 

Ghost-self passed: elephants, ticket agents, airlines, guest houses, women sweeping, cooking, aroma, pizza, golden wats reflecting dawn, TRIBES of sad bleary-eyed European tourists stumbling along their personal path of insight, peace, serenity, calm heart-mind.

Ghost-self sang, "oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day, everything's going my way," humans stared as words penetrated ears - sounds swirled through layers of sensation seeking meaning. ZAP!

A young orange robed monk swept the world's dust.

Cleaning the world of sensation and perception.

Dancing down days with Laughter.

Laughter's soft eyes gestured, An open hand holds everything.