poetry

“She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.”

Jun 28 •

A guide to the middle Way.

Jan 31 •

Χάος | Kόσμος

How fortunate we are, to sit on the shores of eternity, and gaze into oblivion.

Jan 28 •

There are few things that make me feel alive.

Jan 24 •

All at once I found myself on the banks of a mountain stream.

Jan 22 •

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