Oh, your discussion set up an image come to mind immediately: you walk out of the ramshackle house when you realize it is falling down immediately, to find yourself covered in flowers, walking about in knowing that you are going to meet the moon. Its full light bloom cast as the shadow of your own heart of shining generosity and beauty.
Surprisingly, I really dug that, Leanne. Might have to give Genji a read.
Oh, your discussion set up an image come to mind immediately: you walk out of the ramshackle house when you realize it is falling down immediately, to find yourself covered in flowers, walking about in knowing that you are going to meet the moon. Its full light bloom cast as the shadow of your own heart of shining generosity and beauty.
Very nice reading. Ivan Morris's mom was of Swedish gentry (neé Toll).