May 11, 2021

Flesh, dreams, heaven, and hell.

Shake off the flesh. Step out of your body and I will step out of mine. We’ll meet tonight deep in the forest where dreams first take their shape. Dreams, born of spirit and forest mist. And moonlight.


If there actually was a heaven

And a hell I would run

An electric wire, hot, 

And connect them to my soul.

If there actually were souls.


If we can allow some space within our awareness and rest there, we can respect our troubling thoughts and emotions, allow them to come, and let them go. 

-Tsoknyi Rinpoche


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