Thursday, December 27, 2007
Return Trip / void - filled.
Drive crests a hill, view opens into - and everything opens. Miles of fields, trees edging vast arc of sky. The space pulls together as one, vast infinite, and for passing moments I am that, too. Space opens inside and is the space I see, filled and empty at once. I drive on, observing all this, holding gently what is and what feels, expansiveness, and eventually it, as such, fades.
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What a journey-
"Filled and empty at once" has sort of been a recurring theme the last week or so. Seems I'm not alone.
I really like this post. I think it's one of the most beautiful things you've ever written.
Shanti.
Tommy, it was nice to observe/experience in that way. It had been awhile...
Jon, the seeming impossibility of embracing opposites has become a close companion, so you're not alone in that one.
I had a similar experience going home. The drive to and from West Texas was mindful. I didn't see any point in writing about what you'd already written. Besides, words pale to the experience.
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