The Poet and The Thinker

The soft blue light swirled in a slow and intricate dance, weaving in and out of itself like the fabric of a thousand lifetimes. Slowly it began to stretch, thinning in the middle until it split, with a sound like wings spreading. The two blue lights paused to regard one another. Each was like some…

If You Meet The Buddha On The Road…

It was a particularly hot afternoon in the California desert, and Earl Habit was cursing colorfully, if unfortunately, futily at his Volkswagon bus. The flower covered object of Earl’s verbal abuse was serenely ignoring him, and was in fact doing what Volkswagons do best, which is not a lot of anything. Earl had been probing…