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At the Kālachakra temple, under a ceiling painted in bright oils, I read 'eighteen kinds of emptiness.'
by Vismai Rao I made one this morning: last spoon of honey licked clean out of its jar — washed, dried & recycled for storing loose tealeaf. Not yet noon, I’ve already toured 23 — Just yesterday, we donated the dog-bed to the shelter & stood in the newly vacated place, assessing size, weight, how long in time will this one last? Recyclable or not? — The room inside my friend’s lungs is mossed with pneumonia, doctors restoring the bit of empty we all need to let the air in — L
Dec 23, 20201 min read
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