Void and Compensation (Upanishads)

I trust initial states, my mental Delaware: As parting snows will downy up the dirt beds, impatient daffodils debut their taxi silks. One imagines a garden of dormant lilacs, dried rattle bags of Columbine, spring ready. All this among the winter head games— an old man in his Pisan compound, worse, in his own head—a […]