Wind ripples the grass
Posted on May 27th, 2007
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Chaiwallah
Wind ripples the grass. The hill behind our house stirs in its green-furred sleep. .
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Wind ripples the grass. The hill behind our house stirs in its green-furred sleep. .
Sun in a sand-pool opens a sudden window – lurching emptiness. .
Fullness, emptiness – beyond the concepts and words, where is awareness?
I am just a wave, and you are a bigger wave? But when the wind drops?