Sentient beings, all around us. Every piece of tiny bit life. Men, ill-directed and women. The air thick and heavy with messages. Flowing in from the mountains, trees, brooklets for they are also sentient beings. At a distance from the ground, a dazzling sun. Keep distance from the chatter and keep looking for bodhisattvas.
Musings inspired by a blithe early spring morning. reeking of Jack Kerouac.
Musings inspired by a blithe early spring morning. reeking of Jack Kerouac.
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