Early morning,
Grey clouds,
Cold breeze,
Silent mind.

Stray thoughts
Come and go.
Calmly breathe,
Back to now.

No self,
No mind,
No ‘me’,
No ‘you’.

No hope,
No goal,
No gain,
Just sit.

_/|\_

Quiet house aronund me,
Sound of water in the distance.
Birds sing softly out the window.
I sit and let the “now” just be.

Felling the sun
Warming up my skin,
I open my eyes
And fill them with now.

How real is reality when a green cyclops can surprise us in a busy street?

Bright, white flash
On my neigbour’s wall.
A moment of sunlight
Frozen in my eyes.

Smoke rises high,
Clear morning light flows in.
Mind returns to now.

I came across this photoset in one of ma favorite blogs. I must say I found them all compelling and beautiful in their own sad way.

It certainly seems to have been abandoned in a bit of a hurry, which makes me wonder what’s the story behind this place, were many dreams broken when it shut down?

Via BoingBoing

Well, no longer stictly a cantina, but still great.

Try the calamari and the tartar meat.

Not quite as I remembered it, but still one of the oldest in Coyoacan.

Let’s find out if it’s still as good as in the old times.