Maybe for just a half-second you are not… and then you are again, and the world continues. Your eyes are open, the flower is there. This forgotten language that surrounds you has wide arms to welcome you. All along, it has been awaiting your attention.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
This Forgotten Language
Perhaps while sitting in your chair, you simply disappear. Then what would be the point of remaining occupied, always doing something, obsessed with action, if whatever you had done also disappears; if everything you once started and were currently working on was suddenly finished?