To wake too late. The bus, taxi, subway, transport station: and meditation in another language feels the same, a bit strange, a bit better than the alternative, but confusing none-the-less. And there is the old man, his body stiff and eyes far from the earth, I wonder if I look like this. And I lie on the mat, as I did on the floor, but here I rest.
Posted by jackie colburn at March 10, 2005 01:40 PM