Prajna Paramita
Friday, October 24, 2008
Untitled Mind
I am on a plane
The air is bright, brilliant spheres of light
Scattered tears, dark smoke filtering up
This dissolves, breaks, fades
There is darkness all around
And then I notice the smoke itself has a brilliant quality...
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