Memory's like a trip to Japan..........an impetus for change and simplification.... [ then, another book idea....."the zen of clutter" or "the glut of Zen" ]..... organizing memories into digital files and tossing the paperwork.....20 cubic yards into a mobile hard drive.......now, to the warehouse for a viewing of the stones that weight my life in an even more dramatic way.......What, a question not a subject, can be removed to produce a higher aesthetic, a clearer view of unobfuscated life ?.... Yet, there's the fear of emptiness hovering over the accumulation of particles which eventually form a giant, moving in an ever more fixed orbit about its dying sun....and i feel that you and you are a million miles away, then when we speak or see, the closeness beckons then falls away like a ghost from dreams that calls from the past......yet, again, when i turn to its yearning, it vanishes to another world.... The wrens have devoured a large bag of seeds that I tossed into the yard and rewarded me with their lovely songs....... Yes, it's the Lady, not the Tiger.......But, then, I've not yet opened the door.....
WHAT DO 'REGULAR' FOLK DREAM OF?
I dreamt, last night, that I was in an incense-smoke filled room....filled with 'burners' with bronze dragons atop them....From childhood 'fairy tails' about fire-breathing dragons, I suppose, these images inundated my dreamscape....Awakening, I left my bed, half-sleeping, and decided to floss my teeth to remove a chunk of black walnut that was wedged in the open space, between a pair of back molars, awaiting a dental implant, and ventured by the light of the moon through a window, falling over a rolled-up oriental rug, stumbling into the harpsichord, from which fell a heavy Chinese censer with a dragon atop its lid.....some kind of synchronicity, happenstance and coincidence conjured abstract considerations of Cosmic forces at play with my imagination....then, turning a lamp 'on'....the room was just a room, with blue, powered incense spilling onto the sound board.....Sneezing from having inhaled some of the blue crystalline powder, I glanced at the carved...
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