Saturday, November 23, 2013


Hamlet 1903 New York
Saturday night. Wild dreams last night, no earthly translation. Lots of spinning and colors. Tonight I meant to join friends for their annual "Friendsgiving" dinner, but I'm finally getting somewhere with my piece on Edmund Russell and I want to spend time with it. Relax with it. Listen to Coltrane with it. Melt as meaning hits me deeper and deeper.

"The narrow soul is forever on the fence 
in terror of falling. 
The enlightened a fence-jumper."
Are We Becoming Buddhists?

Oh, Edmund. 
Thank you for the light.
ਸਤਿ ਨਾਮੁ

Soundtrack: John Coltrane "A Love Supreme"

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