Stillness steeping. A merge into sky, stars, vapor. The distanced view of rain provides a new perception, a deeper
understanding of my spiritual agoraphobia. An observation anyway. In the old growth, largeness. A reinforcement of self-importance, of
ego. Here, vastness, smallness,
inconsequentiality. And therein
lies the discomfort.
But a concert mounts.
Between myself, and the lightning, and the itinerant rains…between the pines,
the Sufi spirits, and even the hard ground.
Day 3 at Lama
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