The Misfit Scribbler

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  • Poem- A Beam of Moonlight

    I am healed. I travel on a beam of moonlight. The darkness is crisp. It tingles. I fly. Until I alight for rest on the surface of a midnight pool. Floating on my back, tasting the stars. This world cannot… Continue reading

  • Why Buddhism isn’t for Me

    For most of my youth, I thought hippies were so cool. I aspired to be like those nonchalant, chill folks who seemed to have “live and let live” vibes in spades. It seemed cool not to care, to never become… Continue reading