“ we're lost where the mind can't find usutterly lost ”
don't wait for the man standing in the snowto cut off his arm help him now
~ Ikkyu
it isn't that we're alone or not alonewhose voice do you want mine? yours?
that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it getsI wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind
I'd love to give you somethingbut what would help?
