Then one morning, there I was, an old woman.
Where had I gotten in all those years on the Path?
That night I slept out in a field, and it rained.
How we looked into each other, how we danced through vampire nightclubs,
our intentions green and full of desire…
a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning:
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Across the street, Ginkgo
sway in the breeze
like a gospel choir.
Word spread across the countryside about the wise Holy Man who lived in a small house atop the mountain. A man from the village decided to make the long and … Continue reading
Originally posted on Great Middle Way:
Bai Juyi (772-846 CE) was an important poet and government officer during the Tang Dynasty in China. After his eightieth birthday, he became interested in…