Friday Dec 27, 2002

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I was between awake and asleep(usually not a pleasant time for me), but this time, this popped into my head. Either, it's the beginning of something new, or it's part of the poem regarding what are souls are allerigic to. It's rough.

I waxed poetic to the waning moon,
As she closed her eyes to sleep,
And like black ice shut up in my bones,
The darkness began to creep,
Floating on in the void with nothing left,
Only me, myself, and I,
My soul flung open for my inspection,
Underneath the black night sky,

Of course, after scribbling it down, I couldn't get back to sleep. Oh, well.
I fly back to LA, tomorrow. smile I wonder how much work is waiting for me. eeek
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nouvelle:
no i don't believe it seperates us from nature. it teaches that everything is an illusion that there is no "them". all beings multiply countless times, at the temple we use to meditate on the idea that at one time every living thing was our mother, thus cultivating compassion for all living things. no better or worse. every sentient being is on it's own kharma journey and we all suffer. as a buddhist it is the pratice of not adding to anythings suffering that causes one to act out of compassion. thus generating good virtues which are dedicated back to all sentient beings thus increasing even more good kharma to be had threw out this reality as we know it.
too bad out sky scrapers can't look astetically more like the beavers dams.

peace&blessings
juni
nouvelle:
oh yes and i recieved another jury duty notice today giving me another chance. which is good, i think.

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