This is the spot for news, announcements, and orignal poetry, prose or art.
At a recent retreat, I did a lot of walking on country roads.
Some roads had white lines to mark the edge.
Some roads had no lines to mark the edge.
It was easy to fall into a rythym, following the lines.
It took concentration to watch the broken edge.
You must always give way to oncoming trucks.
Clinging is like taffy,
when eaten is sweet and yummy.
Afterwards you are
just sticky with a sore tummy.
Meditation is like water,
when you are feeling dry.
Afterwards you are
the earth, the sea, the sky.
What would you do if you weren't afraid?
Tree Reflections, orignal artwork.
What does the mirror really show?
The Garouda Wave, original artwork.
Each wave is on the water, of the water and the water
