Greed delusion and hatred.
Listening to dharma talks on the car radio, through my IPod. Driving into Queens, my last fling. It all feels final.
Greed delusion and hatred.
Listening to dharma talks on the car radio, through my IPod. Driving into Queens, my last fling. It all feels final.
I heard something on the radio yesterday about supermarkets and the vast surplus of food/calories we produce here in the US. The radio voices said—No wonder we are confused—due to the pressure of food marketing. I am immune to food marketing.
I close my eyes to it. I used to get overwhelmed in the supermarket, until I blinded myself. Every year, I buy fewer and fewer packaged goods. No meat. Less and less fish. Ordering herbs and tea in bulk, online. This is a project full of pleasure.
A possible sadness antidote.