In the garden she sat upon a stone, taking a rest from her daily devoir to ponder her purpose in the world about her. She closed her eyes, as she so often did at times like this, her face turned toward the morning sun, and ruminated on all that she was not and all … Continue reading
Rainwater has soaked within the soles of my waterproofed boots +++++++ (darn these cheap boots! and +++++++ they were expensive, too!) as I am with my trusty umbrella thrust in one hand while the other is in the air hailing a bus that never bothers to slow even though I stand in the spot most … Continue reading
+++++++++++++ Imagine, if you will this split-minute, still- frame moment of time, feel it on the fringe of your skin, sense it within +++++++++++++ then reduce it till it is no more than a breath, a blink, a beat, a photon blast at sunlit speed! +++++++++++++ next slow it down, spread it out and let … Continue reading
She wanted nothing more, for there were no things worth wanting anymore. And as for wanting itself, even that had become a tiresome chore to her as it grew and swelled, so she let that go as well, for it was taking up too much of her time, using up precious space in her mind … Continue reading
SOON, everything would be different. If she had known that then, if she had simply considered the possibility, if she had only understood that nothing —nothing would ever be quite the same again, she would have lingered a while longer, stayed beneath the trees studying intensely the purpura of the quaresmeira flower until the fading … Continue reading
To attain presence one should surrender to form, as practice, as norm, one should submit oneself to the essence of unaffectedly being, inhabit a habit of nonexpectantly seeing– one must plumb the fields of depths and shallows, succumb to the yields of lights and shadows, and become, solely (soul-ly) become — not what one wants … Continue reading
