The Morning Porch

January 21, 2010 by Dave Bonta

How is it the stars, glittering as brightly as I’ve ever seen them, can begin to fade before the first perceptible lightening of the sky?

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Evan

January 27, 2010 at 7:59 am

Some Buddha “beginners mind” viz the sunrise.

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