chop wood/carry water

I’ve been meditating on the seemingly random conditions that shape the behavior of all sentient life, and why that affords us all a measure of empathy. That does leave a good deal of stagnant hate, so I’ve made this fucking shower mural the object of my scorn. Heal the world by hating it with me

the ravens come out as a frenzied black cloud each time I make offerings, but never when I’m trying to record it. Tried hiding my phone in my pocket, but they know. They know…

frosty morning stupa circumambulations

i showed you my mala.
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