there’s always love available. our job is to find it. when we are stuck looking for where its not we won’t find it. only when we commit ourselves to finding the love that’s available, even in impossible situations, will we be able to find it.
Some trees are already bare, and the leaves that remain, may well remain until next year. When a breeze ripples the giant sequoias, they whisper to each other the lost ancient name of loss and pain
—My love, are you awake?
and the dog down the street sounds the trumpet, and the oboe in the moon soaked starless sky whirs from far to near to far
Consciousness is like a net; it can either catch you, or trap you.
We are here to discern change and differences. Which we do well, sometimes too well.
Am I comfortable right now? Does this benefit me? Is this what I want?
I’ve been here before.
I need to name this feeling.
Perhaps it’s not any one feeling, it’s a thousand things tied into one knot.
Intent on tension; intension
dis-ease; unable to be at ease; disease.
Within a web of consciousness
The more I try to explain, the more I try to be understood, the more I wriggle, the tighter the bind
Let me explain;
Consciousness is a net
Like a murder of crows
Undulating caws, in unison,
What one crow sees, and knows,
The whole knows and sees.