Morning Trip (189)

“Inner silence works from the moment you begin to accrue it. The desired result is what the old sorcerers called stopping the world, the moment when everything around us ceases to be what it’s been.
It is this moment when man the slave becomes man the free being, capable of feats of perception that defy our linear imagination.”
– Carlos Castaneda

To Drop

Purple Profundity

i sit
looking out
of a window
fine rain drawing lines
down
down
from the sky
drips drop falling
from single sand-cherry leaves
plumb
also to the ground
one here
one there
does the rain decide
where to fall
does the drop choose
when to let go
does it consider
or does it simply do as it is meant
to do
and fall
is it directed beyond itself
by the flowing Tao

do i worry myself about lists and inventories and intent
do i fill my time with lists of pains

may i stop looking for what is wrong
and stop trying to make it right
and simply be

I wonder if it is too much to ask to simply notice the simply being
the drips singing
down
to the ground.
–elisabeth connelley

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