You are not the mind. You notice mind, so who you are cannot be trapped in it. You are a vast ocean, and thought-waves come and go. Be vast.
I don’t want your naked body.
I want your naked soul.
Painting a mural at the local college this weekend with my ever lovely partner in crime, Brooke.
Stylised version of a native NZ bird, the Tui sitting in a Kowhai tree, which is a native NZ tree also.