2018-11-12 - 10:05 p.m.
No window
in a place of such sun
Sunrise Beach Autumn Red Becoming Orange
Liminal preserve wave time joy
If you are ever held down
Don't blame the ubiquitous phenomenon
Blame your own idiocy
There are pores of Kahn
with this thing
to anything the mind can trip
And so finally,
there is a place
to build
a home
You just might get reborn
You just might get bitch slapped
Winter is always
everywhere else
but here.
And prayer wheels abound
in the Land of the Medicine Buddha
A stuppa is being built
beneath an ancient grove of redwoods
I pulled some muscles in my back at Laughies
Consequently, my sleep was compromised on account of all the pain
Under the stars
In space
And waves
