It’s a beautiful day.
Take a breather.
Here’s something to listen to while you do.
The lone survivor of the ambush and subsequent tortures suffered survivor’s guilt and post traumatic stress disorder for his remaining days. Mostly in bed waiting to hear from an ally.
Solace never came. No trust or hope now. Just ruin. Ruin and decay. And one lone broken poet spreading the story, but leaving off the ending—he will have none think ill of his ally.
Continue reading Call it love.
If it holds true that mindfullness melts down the walls between worlds, and in that melting are sublime nudges and suggestions, then someone must have tagged it already.
The insights discovered in meditation are primarily non-conceptual. They concern the nature of experience — and to the extent that this can be expressed, only poetry or metaphor will serve.
