peintre this morning papa legba crossed the street slowly, then stopped to glare at me. he was holding a small bag of some sort and was dressed too warmly for this hot summer day. i held his eyes for as long as i could, then smiled awkwardly. legba scowled. i dropped my eyes and a few pennies and went on my way. 040717
unhinged if you live your life with no regrets
( milarepa )
there's nothing to look back over your shoulder at

the meditation is:
one foot in front of the other
one foot
then the other

and while you're at it
watch what you're stepping on
Jurisprudence Here we are but I'm not as afraid as I'd thought 090904
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