I know, you have to go, spoil it all. And now I know, you never will take this life.Take it all, in your hands. You were mine. I could smile. You understand, fine — Nicola Hitchcock
Out of o
A small number absurdity of the emotional fields
Esoteric contemplation on wasps in a jar
Pandora’s Box
Dangers in Zen and Limerence
Change and Dignity
Avalon and Balance
Line up glass beads
That which is going to be, fights against being
