"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will
meet you there."
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
scribbling on my playground...
my magic cloth has become a kind of playground. when i get tired of playing in one area, i move on to another. trying to reveal the inner layers of things, the essence. peeling away the layers, one at a time.
invisible to the naked eye but there just the same
a hidden web and some scribbling with the magic thread