and there I was...
...being here now (and then).
To day was a different day.
How weird and wonderful it was waking up and not doing the normal routine.
I meditated as the sun was opening his eyes and we awoke together to bluer skies and warmer warmth. The brutish temperatures have pause for a moment here in this fine February middle world of Missouri. (Hell is expected to return shortly).
I did this doodle and it made me happy as I remembered some of the Buddhist studies from my youth.
“Why do you meditate?”
The mirror must be dusted.
“Do you see the Buddha in the mirror?”
There is no reflection.
“And have you become the Buddha?”
I have killed the Buddha as I found him in my path.
I can feel it in my bone. It won’t be long before the lawnmower blades will need sharpening.
