A Contemplative Life
When I was four or five years old, I started practing Metta, loving kindness, before falling asleep, my sangha of stuffed animals and dolls lining the wall beside me. It … Continue reading A Contemplative Life
The world is my child. My child is a poet.
When I was four or five years old, I started practing Metta, loving kindness, before falling asleep, my sangha of stuffed animals and dolls lining the wall beside me. It … Continue reading A Contemplative Life