A soulful lifetime of beetred poetry

Taste: nut oil sunflower seeds
Sight: roseate sky; toes touch my navel in reflection; smoke spirals; ruby red Ginger Zinger (brilliant, blended beets)
Touch: rivulets dripping
Sound: vuvuzelas; "We Want Your Soul," Adam Freeland
Smell: orange chestnut smoke
Extra: "The wise man lets go of all results, whether good or bad, and is focused on the action alone." — Bhagavad Gita
"When I let go, my whole life becomes a work of art. My actions become beneficial to myself and others." — Rolf Gates, Meditations from the Mat
"Have I walked long enough where the sea breaks raspingly all day and all night upon the pale sand? Have I admired sufficiently the little hurricane of the hummingbird? The heavy thumb of the blackberry? The falling star?" — Mary Oliver
"there is nothing left in your memory
of the fierce sea that lifted a wave
and knocked down a dark apple from the tree.
The only thing you remember is your life." — Pablo Neruda
"Assessing oneself after death is a matter of measuring the information acquired during life. What, we are obliged to ask, ourselves, have we contributed to the greater consciousness?" — Nick Bantock, Museum at Purgatory; om mani padme hum, visualizing the pearl in the lotus cupped in my hands