I am thinking about when Ram Dass had dessert. I am thinking about those things our teachers know without our telling. About a friend translating me live into Mandarin, and another friend: how extra that must have been. About those wishes sworn silently in hearts and great imperceptible voids. Especially cavernous in the cold moon thaw. There is nothing much to fill them. Yet. Waiting on the impossible. Open maps and gypsum minds. Tap tap hollow.
Are you empty or full. A question to ask always.
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