Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The Center From Which All Prison Springs

Four a.m. and all is well. Thirty minute meditations that lead nowhere. Mind is the center from which all prison springs. What else don't they tell you when you sign up for the Lord?

It's a long way home, whatever that means. In the photograph, surrounded by cigarette smoke, he resembled a young Bob Dylan. Banish all mentors! I begged my dreams for suggestions re: an especially challenging forgiveness project.

The power of the cloud is rain. Like most spiritual seekers, I have no idea what I'm talking about when I'm talking about quantum mechanics. He called himself the scourge of cattle. Dust off that zafu and start counting your breaths boy!

I do miss you but I accept the space between us. What can we say about the morals of swappers? Shot from behind. Leakage is helpful because it's something to do.

Is there such a thing as a mercenary spirituality? I'm bored. She inhabited my dreams to a very precise, a very troubling degree. I'm lying now so as not to say more.

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