words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
It also reminds me of Marcus Borg's book, Jesus and Buddha: The Parallel Sayings (which I need to dig out of the still-packed-from-our-move boxes of books in the basement).
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Love it, too. :)
It also reminds me of Marcus Borg's book, Jesus and Buddha: The Parallel Sayings (which I need to dig out of the still-packed-from-our-move boxes of books in the basement).
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