Pondering on Emptiness

About Me

A semiconscious electronic documentation of radical spontaneous manifestation vis-a-vis the collective subconscious.

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1. Every morning

   I walk slowly, with a ponder. 
   
   The rocks jump around my feet as I shuffle my way towards my destination.
   
   I see you every morning, on that porch. Eyes closed, ears twitch at the sensation of the wind.
   
   That is your blanket, isn’t it? Looks quite comfortable.
   
   Perhaps.
   
   It is so simple, as just sitting. Zazen.
   
   I envy you, as you lay claim to your kingdom which is the abandoned house.