I believe in miracles. Once, back when I was still in my madness, back in Korea a decade+ ago, I remember thinking about my ex-best friend, and how he was never good with the ladies. I wondered how he was, alone all the time, and then I thought, maybe he’s not alone — miracles happen, after all; and lo and behold, when I got back to America, he was actually cohabiting with a female (whom he later married and had kids with). Sonofagun. True, we are desensitized to them, since (in my opinion) they happen every day, but now and again, we are taken completely by surprise. And it need not be a huge thing, just something that wakes us up a little more than we usually are. To glimpse the hint of the realm of angels.
a nameless flower
4:01am sunday, 14th september
I have just discovered your journal today,and wished to thank you for sharing your interior world.It is a realm that speaks to me.
Have you ever read the poems of Gu Cheng? I think you may enjoy his works.
a nameless flower
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