santidevi

I lie in bed.  I listen to the sound of waves crashing melodically from my industrial metal night stand. They are produced from a machine designed to bring the natural world into a room without windows. The primordial Buddha sits motionless.  His beloved consort gazes up at him in ecstatic bliss. Entwined they are but [...]

Journal entry
May 12th, 2009
I look out my window as a man vomits underneath the bridge.  He is homeless and filthy.  Plastic bags, membrane thin and torn hang from his body like lifeless kites.  His hands on his knees he struggles to maintain his balance, his human stature.  The coal train on the other side of [...]

“ May you know that your life is a gift to the world.”
The quote was crafted in pink chalk on the schoolhouse chalkboard that covers one wall in my bathroom.  One of my students had left it floating in the inky blackness.  I stood and read each word slowly, carefully,  just as it had been [...]