That compassionate touch of Ma Anandamayi
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In my utopian world I own a perfume with the scent of freshly baked cardamom buns.
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The mushroom at the End of the World
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Ever since I found out that earthworms have taste buds all over the delicate pink strings of their bodies, I pause dropping apple peels into the compost bin, imagine the dark, writhing ecstasy, the sweetness of apples permeating their pores. I offer beets and parsley, avocado, and melon, the feathery tops of carrots.
I`d always thought theirs a menial life, eyeless and hidden, almost vulgar - though now, it seems, they bear a pleasure so sublime, so decadent, I want to contribute however I can, forgetting, a moment, my place on the menu.
Danusha Lam茅ris, from Feeding the worms
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In my hut this spring,
there is nothing -
There is everything!
- Yamaguchi Sodo, 1950. Translated by R.H. Blyth.
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The Highlands, Scotland. April 2023.
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