Today my book arrived from America. It was a book on the Lotus Sutra from the Tendai tradition out of Japan that came out of China . Tian Tai. The great Sutra came by Australian post smelling of perfume straight out of a rose garden. I bent my nose into the pages that flooded my nose with aromas of beauty. . The great flowering Sutra of freedom came to me by a master who wrote of bones and of a child who danced across stars before she was born. I began to pound my fish drum to wake up my neighbour but also to wake me up. 6am and I hear a single bird call piercing that crack in the sky announcing the day has begun. My bungalow’ s door at Krishnamurti is stuck. I can’t get out of the fucking door. I’m stuck inside this fucking tomb and all I can think about is I’m gonna be late for breakfast.