Monday Morning Reminder of How Things Are The answer is not to address but to become. Do you know what it means when I say my ears have become as long as my great-grandmother’s? And not for the same reason as the Buddha’s are long? Each morning I clear the path, another stone. Every day I resolve, one more slip. I cannot help but fall into life, called to the deep by a hand print on a wall and left by a body discovering itself absorbing and expelling cells within cells inside a hot cluster of organs held up by a slick structure of bone, covered by skin and greeting others. All moments are filled with the promise of regret or possibility. Within me and without, the space between synapses, the invisible attraction of opposite poles fuels a status that does not exist, making and unmaking.
Posted on: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 18:21:43 +0000
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