crossroads 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 090904 ... Jurisprudence Here we are but I'm not as afraid as I'd thought 090904 what's it to you? who go blather from