meta-ascetic reflections... in the snow silently this becomes more apparent.... this place is reminiscent (a truly romantic parallel reality), of some high mountain hermitage, where pilgrims pay their visitations as the cosmic tides and sacred syncs do spontaneously signal... time is no matter to these meetings with remarkable beings and lights of the world... a day, a year, 5 years, a lifetime - we remain - in monk... ever welcoming, all wanderers, with warmth and wonder - a place to plant a seed and grow a tree, of cosmic journeys yet to be...

we keep the OM fires burning... keep the temple clean... ring the golden mean - the crystal bell with its L.O.V.E.ing swell... we, receive a modest meal of manna made with reverent hands, thankful thoughts, and deeply appreciative appetites - nourished by simplicities, which (still) stand the test of time... we are, clothed in the fabrics of our life - futuristic folk gear - the functional threads of our existence, woven into a palette of the living Unique - space suits - gravity boots - robes of antiquity...

take a moment to meditate - on your position of operation... on reality, in the removal - of all that is no longer necessary... the filtering of the mind fields - the clean circuit - the clear channel... where intake and output are perfectly balanced - with no distraction from the direct feed... max use of this true-buddha app mixed with the wisdom that moves the most magical motions - of humble hearts - in pure devotion...

"One must draw on the strength of the inner attitude to compensate for what is lacking in externals; then the power of the content makes up for the simplicity of form. There is no need of presenting false appearances to God. Even with slender means, the sentiment of the heart can be expressed." - 41. Sun / Decrease