Just a rainy day
Lightly raining like sheets of foggy glass. The dead river is alive with foam and flow. Wind is whistling thru the glass doors, which are shaking and making some clattering rhythm. Children are talking, some old filmy music from the TV. The white grills are wet and pearly water drops hanging pregnant.
The moments need to be extended, dragged, devoured and sucked like a lemon pickle. Enjoyed endlessly, before another delicious moment arrives, the hunger and slowness is the milestone.
A kind of lightness in the shoulder but the legs has an uneven feeling. Need to get back with the gym and walking.
Is routine good in calming and removing distraction from the mind? Routine is discipline, discipline takes away choices, without choice there is no freedom. But choice is confusion, confusion is fear and fear is not freedom.
Hummn! Talk to Krishnamurti
The moments need to be extended, dragged, devoured and sucked like a lemon pickle. Enjoyed endlessly, before another delicious moment arrives, the hunger and slowness is the milestone.
A kind of lightness in the shoulder but the legs has an uneven feeling. Need to get back with the gym and walking.
Is routine good in calming and removing distraction from the mind? Routine is discipline, discipline takes away choices, without choice there is no freedom. But choice is confusion, confusion is fear and fear is not freedom.
Hummn! Talk to Krishnamurti
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