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Preface: The Pratyeka’s Garden

The  Pratyeka’s Garden   Preface Mining the Tropes of Our Lives there we were again, inside, drawn down the narrow shaft of perspective past mind’s open maw into the pit of coal and diamonds where the empty ache of eons … Continue reading

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The Pratyeka’s Garden

The Common Clay, the Ephemeral Dust             My name is the name of my father. In 1948 I was the first born child and grandchild of my family. I had a Siddartha-like childhood. I was the son of a prince … Continue reading

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Reflections

This morning with coffee on the porch I reflect upon several things: the recently passed equinox and the gathering of Fall; the discovery that another old friend has died; the summer past; why I am the way I am; the … Continue reading

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