I practice spiritual renovation and renewal; my posts reflect my practice.
01 December 2008
It's Just the Season of Year
I can't really remember what I was doing, but I was struck with the impulse to phone my brother. I surge with anticipation. And on the heel of excitement I'm called up short. I'd forgotten. I'm alive in a moment just as one who's lost a limb but feels the presence of it. A presence so seamless, so-unconsciously-taken-for-granted, separation doesn't exist. I was alive; no separation. Alas.
A wind blows through the limbs. Am I the wind? Am I the emptiness in the sound? Am I the trees? Am I grey?