phanero wrote:

light thru Rudrayamala
Rudrayamala

mother fig leaf
Y halfyou made mein sane

all these noises flow back to you

Prapancesvari-Bhuvanesvari

creation
maintenance
destruction


i like the scrappiness here. the joy of notebooks for me is how scraps and orts combine into odd integrities. not that this is writ that way, I dunno that, but it has that feel of a gravitational gathering.

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