A superabundance May it shower down upon us like baby peony petals. I am brave I tell him the truth. I need: Replacement Buddhas... The secret of the spoon... which although they do not exist in reality seem to do so. --I thought I could be his nurse & heart & soul and I see he is the leader I look...

The other afternoon, Jaz awoke and told me he had dust in his dreams. "Dust?", I asked. "Yes! Dream dust!". How these beautiful ideas and images are trapped in a little one's mind will always surprise me. These thoughts and others inspire a whole host of images in my own adult mind... tho I'm sure...

One thing I never did was to mistake 'moving on' for a virtue. If I did, that would only makes me little more than a self-negating hologrammatic projection of the billboards of the day. Do you discard the memories or perspectives of yesterday just because it is a feature of the past. If we thrived...