Thank you. All of you. I leave you with a koan -

A tired warrior climbed one hundred stone steps to the temple and spoke with the monk there. I am grown weary of battle. I no longer know who is the friend and who is the foe. How can I know who I am fighting? How can I know what it is I’m fighting for?The monk disappeared into the shadow of the ( Read more... )

Death and the Lion and the Water BuffaloHe was tired. Bone tired, if one didn’t mind the pun. It had been too long now, too many souls in too short a time. Years of relentless reaping and collecting. The souls were harvested intact but the gathering was bloody and terrible. Babies thrashed, children torn limb from limb, young men and women hacked ( Read more... )

Oaxaca, November 1, 1983Halloween had been yesterday, All Soul's Day tomorrow. This was the in-between day, the day she slipped away and disappeared. He watched and she simply stepped into the smallest of openings ( Read more... )

She didn’t notice him. At first. But once she had seen him, she couldn’t help but notice. He was dealing at a blackjack table. A rather lone table, just this side of the bar and that side of the casino floor. She wasn’t sure she had taken notice because of the noticeable lack of players, or because the absence of warm bodies at his table made him ( Read more... )

Asylums with doors open wide,
Where people had paid to see inside,
For entertainment they watch his body twist,
Behind his eyes he says, 'I still exist.'

This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside...

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In the garden ( Read more... )

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