The Song of the Two-Headed Bird

there should be some awareness that we are all different.

As well as the multitasking that the universe seems to be so fond of, there is the thusness of common things, the way that, when you look at objects without prejudice, they seem to carry a brightness inside. There is a Tibetan meditation in which you imagine yourself to be that Bodhisattva of Great Mercy with all those arms—and eleven heads to boot