When we meditate we rest in a universe that we did not construct…

Why am I growing old?

Carried.

I felt sad, but not sad. It was as if something hidden had been tapped and now the energy was free.

“You go with no self underfoot.”

He brings up the most impossible questions, then hurries to answer them himself.

Just to be in that field fully themselves, ourselves…

We let the light in.

I discovered that the road did not ask for or imply movement.

“This time I’m the fish, he’s the heron, and you are the person watching.”

…we too drunk to know the way home

Once / a towhee landed

“raw, noisy conversations”

The swift and sharp seam a bird draws with its flight can leave my world rippling….

Lush yet weightless.

After a silence, I turn to look…

…what do you do?

Wingbeats against a wall.

..a single being roiling and tumbling in the sky