in their cowboy boots, kisses in their top-hats,and in triangles of stars, spread across the rooftopsof this manhattan…

“I was walking in the rain yesterday, it was pouring. I started to think, of all the raindrops, millions of raindrops, that the ones landing on me were somehow special. I mean, you think about winning the lottery, getting some big gig, the stuff that only happens to other people. What are […]

Our Lady of the Pillar - Saragossa, Spain (ca. 40 AD)
It is said that the Blessed Mother appeared to the apostle, James, while travelling in Saragossa, Spain. Discouraged by the apparent failure of his mission, he was deep in prayer when the Blessed Mother appeared to him. She gave him a small wooden statue of […]

innocence mission———-
So I took a plane to MedjugorjeTo be with youMother Mary, MotherFilling up this placeWith hope of peace
Are you, are you here?You’re everywhereEverywhere

from the siddhartha series
Mentor Wheel
Can you see with eyeswho do not housethe ghost?The runesof the fortune tellerare the closest tothe truth.The bodyis bornby apparition.When you dieif you have no Godbefore whomyou kneelyou might be afraidof the fierce deitieswho visit youin the willowroom of death.Take this as warning:choose a mentor in your lifewho you can […]

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on 7/13/04 3:27 PM, ms. ava love at stellasunshinesays@yahoo.com wrote:
> please send a prayer out to all beings for the> cessation of suffering. and an end to the war.> > > > we are praying as you requested, and send you our love, praxis
—ps. i just wanted to let […]

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The shape of evening falls,dark mask, square cloth of green.Deep breathing in the trees.On a night like this, we don’tuse our eyes for seeing-hammers falling through glass,the rains must come soon.

one of my all time favorite bob dylan songs
visions of johanna
Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny itAnd Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin’ you to defy itLights flicker from the opposite loftIn this […]

this poem is from 1997, wow.
Sweet in the tooth of a whale. I was the woman Jonah follwed. Down the throat, where we called out the vows. Down the esophogus, where he placed the golden band around my finger. Down to the belly, where we began to rummage for the past. […]