rivers into islands

rivers into islands

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Arrow Does Not Strike

Every day arrows fly and appear to stick to events:  what occurred yesterday—hit!, what to eat—hit!, what time is it—hit!, what to wear—hit!, …

Sitting in za, arrow flies forward, nothing to strike,

Breath, a thought and then another, a body sensation, but nothing solid to strike, and nothing to do.

Anytime and all the time, it is like this; nothing solid for arrow to hit.

Especially in za, there is this landscape where this reality can be actualized and then perhaps carried forward to flower into the everyday.

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