Blind and mute, wandering on a path to nowhere
My dad died of prostate cancer at the age of 64.
Yet try, try, try for 10,000 years
Sitting with a stranger at the end of her life
Zen teachings at 6:30am, before coffee, and with sore knees
No, it’s not going to stopTill you wise upNo, it’s not going to stopSo just give up
Are they the same or different?
