the piquant wallflower

quiet musings from my ongoing internal monologue

27 October, 2008

each morning.

regardless.
the birds sing each morning.
surely, they have something to teach
us.

the sleepy pianist at 1:29 PM

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the sleepy pianist: - fully living in this sacred now/here moment - listening for the nightbird's song - walking with awareness the path of the humanist imperative - committing every breath to memory - practicing tonglen - doing acts of tikkun olam - loving hungry ghosts - singing hymns to the dark - a rambling ee cummings sensibility to punctuation - the one who believes in you

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