Thirty-Six

There were two big bodies of water that met in a single line, but they did not mingle. As if there was a piece of glass between them... but no. I could see the arms and legs of a woman dancing, but could not see her face or torso, she herself was the line dividing… Continue reading Thirty-Six

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Twenty-Three

The Siberian man was leading me upwards on a meandering mountain path. It was quite foggy but I knew we were already rather high up. Then we reached a plateau, I was not sure whether it was the top of the mountain or there was more above us. In any case, a far-eastern Buddhist monk came to meet us, smiling.