slip sliding away...

15 October 2017 12:00 AM
I keep saying this is a seven minute meditation, but it is more like 14 minutes and ten seconds, i.e., I sit for the seven minutes and five seconds and then I write for seven minutes and five seconds, i.e., fourteen minutes and ten seconds, this has been so strange, I'm staring at a photo of blue jay and the blue jay has become translucent, and I find myself going back to when I was seventeen and everything began to go wrong, oh man, why do we dwell in the past, we need to learn from it and then GET THE HECK OUT OF THAT ROOM LET IT GO, it is a process and the ground is slip sliding, i.e., three steps forward and two steps back, persist, and I want that bird, the mockingbird too, my friends, they rise into the air, please take care of that cat, these people don't know how to love, holding hands the two of them almost pranced down the street, skipping, the fact that they were in their twenties seemed not to deter them one bit, giggling she ran up the tower steps, he was less lithe-some, i.e., he didn't like heights, the fog drift across the grass, and the birds hide in the bushes, the cats were lingering under the houses, lets play, bah bah black sheep have you any wool one for my mister and one for my maid and one for the little boy who lives down the lane, it is the time of pumpkins, and they slide their toy sailboats into the water, will the mouse be the skipper of this schooner, this time, let's play, rising up into the mountain peaks, moving down the path where the stones almost slide beneath my feet I don't understand that, it isn't an avalanche, and yet the earth is loose, I think this mountain is like a human always shedding dead skin cells in this case, stones in the ground, I'll behave...