whatever is rattling around my brain that makes it out my fingers. may contain bad poetry, decent photographs (all mine unless otherwise noted, and therefore copyrighted), yoga rants, and general silliness.
when all is still, there is still and still more...
Meditation with no thought of gain has alwyas been difficult for me. I want grace and peace of mind along with wisdom. But the harder I tried the more they eluded me. Once again the light in your photograps appears to be internal to the subject instead of an outside source. Beautiful in a funky plastic bead sort of way.
okatb-yes, and still it is.tag-yoga says we have a right to our labors, but not the fruits of our labors. very tough one, that.