"To talk about birth, is to talk about
no birth." Heppakirjat is a practice.
Spiritual noiseworks against the endtimes.
A lineage of fools in feral heat,
sitting cross legged on these cold
mountains. An essence embodied in the
tricksterspirit: missing teisho for a sneak
peek of the washer women. Forgetting
most of the important stuff and filling
the blanks. Always the voyeur.

"As a lamp, a cataract, a star in space
an illusion, a dewdrop, a bubble
a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning
view all created things like this."

Heppakirjat would not exist without
Shide: when mastered - mastered by
Timbo on the west coast.

May all beings be free from suffering
and the cause of suffering.