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swooning ,swooning…january third…2014...seeing my karmarpa in bodhgaya, and the music of leonine, tallis, byrd…glory…ethereal…here in this booklined room in africa…a thin telephone line frail connecting me to the universe…tired…sketchy…woken to a woman screaming “give me my money” out somewhere on the street…picnic with louise under the banana tree, melting cheese with the new rochlette, and icecream with nuts and bits of fruit…giving her a new poem found…this is the new year here…new things to be done…the lineages to honour…my self to overcome…
swooning ,swooning…january third…2014...seeing my karmarpa in bodhgaya, and the music of leonine, tallis, byrd…glory…ethereal…here in this booklined room in africa…a thin telephone line frail connecting me to the universe…tired…sketchy…woken to a woman screaming “give me my money” out somewhere on the street…picnic with louise under the banana tree, melting cheese with the new rochlette, and icecream with nuts and bits of fruit…giving her a new poem found…this is the new year here…new things to be done…the lineages to honour…my self to overcome…