Author: bgkarma

hello from the lunch table. hello again, it’s me, lunch – from the planet luncheon. not all is well until break at noon. apple juice is good for sipping. I thank you for the taste buds. being on time is just not all that important to me any more. they ask what I’m thinking when…… Continue reading lunch

I don’t think it’s any coincidence we named our new kitten “Kala” (Maha Kala) after Lord Siva, all devouring Time personified. Time certainly seems to be swallowing up my life whole these days. or not whole, but bit by bit, minute by minute, download by download. for two nights I’ve sat quiet and meditated. meditation…… Continue reading you float back up dead to the surface

thinking of what we’ll name the new kitten. our friend from the apt. upstairs came down and offered us an abandoned dumpstered kitten. then she brought the little bibby down a few minutes later, all grey like Rudra, but twenty times smaller. they hissed at each other for about ten minutes and we decided to…… Continue reading new grey member

thinking of what we’ll name the new kitten. our friend from the apt. upstairs came down and offered us an abandoned dumpstered kitten. then she brought the little bibby down a few minutes later, all grey like Rudra, but twenty times smaller. they hissed at each other for about ten minutes and we decided to…… Continue reading new grey member

“I talked to Sonam Kazi about the “child mind,” which is recovered after experience. Innocence – to experience – to innocence. Milarepa, angry, guilty of revenge, murder and black arts, was purified by his master Marpa, the translator, who several times made him build a house many stones high and then tear it down again.…… Continue reading Untitled

“I talked to Sonam Kazi about the “child mind,” which is recovered after experience. Innocence – to experience – to innocence. Milarepa, angry, guilty of revenge, murder and black arts, was purified by his master Marpa, the translator, who several times made him build a house many stones high and then tear it down again.…… Continue reading Untitled

I was driving home for lunch today, and I started saying words out loud different phrases off the top of my head single words making associations moving along from one topic to the next I realized what I was doing I was writing into the thin air it even felt like a form of prayer…… Continue reading the importance in reclaiming words to revive and maintain individuality, which is not a blood bath or a fucking crime. tell your parents that.

when I say heavy I really mean it today has been so heavy mother nature herself may step in on this one and force me to quit. girl jokes (but not really) of contemplating jumping off a building monday gut crunched up driving with headlights on through rain to post office nerves jumpy small butterflies…… Continue reading sadness passes through

woke up from long evening nap decided from thinking about this all day that finally I should go out on a walk through the neighborhood beautiful streets and houses I was hoping for more lit up insides but some were not at home or had turned in early around 8:30 for a minute I was…… Continue reading the elder

hate how I forget things about you you have sharp teeth why do I forget that? next door they are making noise again noise everywhere noise of my breath but that is not what’s bothering me kidnapped tape all over face faced out fazed out you forget how to talk worse, you forget how to…… Continue reading personal zone