organic junk.

the albatross of past hurts weighs heavy like a fecal cross. garbage heaps expand for miles waiting to become compost piles but worms won’t  even eat this stuff, long since spoiled and decomposed. etheric mucus takes up so much space. the decongestion happens too fast. rejected detritus sings a white flag up the pole to […]

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Patagonia AZ, probably 2005.

Strange to live in a community where there is so much love, support & healing and still sometimes feel very much alone. Haven’t figured this out yet, and don’t plan to. Part of it is illusion of duality at times but there is more beyond this place, this episode of space. I like the aloneness, […]

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