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I used to write to You, but You dissolved in rain. Starch gone, left limp, all my soggy handkerchiefs.

There is a certain wishing to be feverish, isolated, and to die. Dogen used these words in positive ways. “Lost,” “missed,” and “dead” can mean complete experience of selflessness. (page 21)

There is no book. There is no book. This book of no book. The thought of non-thought. The mystery of transmission. Heartfelt. The girl’s sweatshirt says “Fianu.” I am reluctant to go home.

A curse of chatting. A plague of chat. A plague of handwriting. Where is the generosity? Where is opening found? Where are those who claim wisdom and where is their wisdom? Tiresome. Advice is...

We all resist giving instructions. A need to flee. A need to be in the clouds for awhile. Poetry driven from internal states. Not always wise to trust the mind. Not always wine. Not...

the transcendence of sucrets

obstacle to walking