i see the people who live here & the people who work here coming & going, coming & going, like a human tide. this is nursing home life, the last stronghold of the weary form, the final chance for deconstruction & renunciation of body-self identification, countdown to release the encumbrances of earthly life. i seek to use it well. the intention is to show that it's never too late to serve the vast Beingness interpenetrating all life & form. names & shapes come & go, ebb & flow, yet the Nameless remains. the Nameless comes forth to us all through the veil of name & form, therefore Shiva has come to me even through my ignorance. i honor this time & the One who holds me like a lover. He is here & i will go with Him when the tide rushes out. names & shapes come & go, ebb & flow, yet the Nameless remains.
THIS HAPPENED 