to step back, now and then, from the possible to take rest in the impossible: to stand without trajectory in the God-given weather till the soul's identity begins to come with the weathering: to get off my own laboriously cleared and maintained trails and back onto the pristine hence unmarked path by moving, any old how, toward interior nakedness; toward silence; toward what Buddhists call "emptiness" and the Christians "poverty in spirit"....David James Duncan
3 Comments:
Dig the punk hair style!
11:31 AM
it's the genetics...i mean, C'MON! she's a weeman, isn't she. a real charmer.
12:52 AM
the mohawk runs in the family...
11:17 AM
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