A blog exploring connections between things around me.
Looking for somethingto hang itself on,the restless mindreaches for the screento check the inbox,count the impressions,or tally the thumbs up.Would a selftruly peaceful withinfeel the urgeto do so again,and again,and again?
Two days agoyou said you loved me.Today,you avoid my eyes.The friction will pass,but until then,we remainvictims of impermanence.
Look out for the flickerthat arrives with the last bite—the mind reachingfor one more.Those few seconds,if not handled with care,become restraint’sdemise.
Life is always aspiringto build a collection of verbsso as to define itself—achieving, acquiring, winning,proving, conquering, possessing—everything exceptjust beinga Being.