The ground, pushing up, •
pushes me up and again •
out of my own way. Continue reading →
>When I lean against the wind, my eyes closed, •
the only thing that holds my trembling self Continue reading →
…in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach… Continue reading →
Birds, flying freely •
wheeling with their partner, air, •
circle, twirl and spin. Continue reading →
Let it go, or let gravity •
control my flight. Continue reading →
Garuda: Crazy Wisdom Outrageousness
