18.02.09
I believe it was 30yr old Lagavulin which inspired Gareth Lubbe and I to launch into this spontaneous song of thanks at 0300 AM in the top tower of the great Stupa of Dharmakaya in Colorado. The spirit of a small Namibian village called Arandis where we had just been was singing through us. A certain little Maxim Chisholm had fallen asleep in the arms of one of the musical buddhas, surrounded by angels and demigods all entwined in making passionate love, merging their essences and hinting at the goal which can only be the end of division and realisation of infinite connectivity. When the eyelid bats, the bushy tail shudders, but when the butterfly in China flaps its wings, nothing at all happens- nothing at all- nothing is that simple: