Mekhala
The Wisdom-Keeper Without a Crown
No head, no problem — just wisdom.
Once I chased truth like a hunter. Now I am the forest. My head rests in my hands, eyes closed, while my body dances free of thought. I speak not from mouth, but from space. If you seek me, look where the path ends — and the cliff begins.
What I'm Into: the sound of wind through bone, dismantling the self, mahasiddha gatherings, charnel ground lotus, pointing without fingers
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