
Every night she ate her
fruitcake and I salivated. I
paid over & over again for
the fruitcake I stole from a
roommate in college — one thin
slice every day.
What came together today was shikantaza (just sitting), buddha fields, and the world. All are just this... whatever is right here right no...
1 comment:
No one really eats fruitcake, they are passed from hand to hand in an endless cycle of regifting. H.
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