So why mangoes? you may well ask.
This is my dream: a mango tree within reach of my balcony; abundant, sensuous pleasure; sunny, sweet fruit and the flowering of my creative life in profusion. This is a dream of wealth shared, spent lovingly on you. Taste a mango, celebrate a windfall, and feel good. Leave the seed somewhere else to grow, and pass on. We are the agents of seed dispersal. What good is changing the world if you don't enjoy it? And what is enjoyment if it doesn't change the world?
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Three reasons to go back to a monastery
The umbrella in the night looming dark beyond the flashlight's beam hides a lotus.
A small orange and white cat is Lucky to call this place home.
Bluish white puddles in the dawn and the ceramic basin of sky brims over.
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