Tears of Shiva shed into rivers. Cherry blossoms fell. The goddess of the confluence admired them for a time
before she released them. The tears scoured suffering. The petals added beauty. The river flows on.
I watch where streams of consciousness flow into one another and write what I see.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Cable Car, Nepal
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Somehow, I am not too excited about the cable car in Nepal.
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But rafting down the river in an inner tube, that, I would do in a heartbeat.