Monday, 27 August 2018



Friday, 24 August 2018

Our first fear is abandonment; our last, too. We all leave home to find home,  at the risk of being forever lost (Philip Hoare).



Thursday, 23 August 2018

The path was narrow and my cloth kept catching, the moss so spongy I couldn't move my feet. So I stopped under this red cinnamon tree. I guess I'll lay my head on a cloud and sleep (Han-Shan).



Monday, 20 August 2018




It seems to me that as long as we are humans, we will search for FREEDOM in every means available to us. I've looked around a fair bit, and Zen and surfing still seem pretty damn good ("Saltwater Buddha", Jaimal Yogis).

Thursday, 16 August 2018


Wednesday, 15 August 2018



A person of the Way fundamentally does not dwell anywhere. The white clouds are fascinated with the green mountain's foundation. The bright moon cherishes being carried along with the flowing water. The clouds part and the mountains appear (Hongzhi).