Before we sit to meditate we sit in this tea house. We fill our glasses with whiskey our bellies with mok moks, and our day with adventure. When our feet leave the ground and the world falls away we find ourselves above the birds and then singing on the back of a motorbike. Whatching the world roll by like the rain on a ravens wing.
.......abby
Saturday, July 26, 2008
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