The Bodhisattvas of yesterdayare not the spiritual teachers of todaythe bodhisattvas of yesterdayare todaythe people who do not hesitateto give a stra..
all my emotions and thoughtsare flowers and grass in a fieldthe field goes threw day and nightbut it is the same fieldit changes colors and patterswit..
One last snarl of thunderbefore we dieone last bellow of wind consumed by flamea final belch of cosmic significancethe ego is a cowon it's way to the ..
on noble bornangels of flesh and bloodand bonewho's soul is it that chases ghosts?who's soul is it that creates phantoms?who's soul is it that watches..
Dead golden paper leavesfalling of the sleeping brown stone like treessilver skies and black nightcrickets chant there final peaceful blessingon cathe..
i watch a big blue flyin its last moments of lifehis wings do not lift him anymorehe cannot climb the glass windowbetween him and the outside worldhe ..
there is an ancient creatureattached to mewith its claws and teethand tentaclesattached to my balls and assa hungry greedy thingan old relicfrom our d..
I saw a manwith super human hairthrowing rocks and cursesat the riverhe would scream like an animaland shake his fistand his painted cardboard signsho..
watching bubbles of lightin black sky oceansthey surroundand consume usUs, who have placed ourselves betweenthe goddess of loveand the god of warand w..