What I kinda understood today

is that it is the plastic wrapping that surrounds us all that keeps us apart...we can get close, we can touch even, but never, ever really get skin to skin...heart to heart...boundless view to mind to mind. Always some kind of wrap that keeps us "intact" and "safe." and separate.

Is that where animals come into the picture? We can love them unabashedly, treat them like shit and they still love us...what is the word...something like unconditional...not bound by conditions, or maybe even compounded phenomena?

What would it really be like to be seen and see without the lens filter?

My first Miller Moth today...gotta call Max.








Me after Rigdzin Dupa...Guru Rinpoche Day June 13, 2008. I tried to take a photo of Milou, but there wasn't enough light.