Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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in my apartment on a dance-the-poetry-within-you day I never know what is going to emerge that day, ever, always a surprise a rough draf...
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What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
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The Buddha says: “ You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself .” The path is uncertain. Uncertainty is the guiding for...
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Basquiat at the AGO: An Untitled Portrait When asked about his frequent use of "carbon" (tar, asbestos), Basquiat shot back, ...
There is leeway, always. Until the final moment.
ReplyDeleteThis really echoed for me Brenda. Thanks,
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Oh {{{Stray}}}
ReplyDelete"I'm tired of the precarious edges"
ReplyDeleteoh yes, oh my.
be safe. crazy, crazy days (but not bad) be back very soon.
I'll miss you, narrator... be safe, & do be back very soon.
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