Thursday, January 2, 2020

Within me are found sounds, words,
Herded there where
they're
waiting.
While
sifting through them,
I find,
within the dirt,
out of place
stones,
small bones,
even teeth, and seeds.
Seems the mind's fertile ground
and its found sounds
yield mixed
time, that
might, or might not, need sorting.
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Let us construct a center for healthy minds,
introduce a curriculum of compassion
that will coexist with thukdam, things.

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"All there were were fireflies, and from them, you could
infer the meadow."
Dark Matter Physicist Rebecca Elson

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"Undersight"

gruffy ground
sounds a
swallet,
as a rickle
tickles time,
rimes the sward,
and remembers the word for.

thoughts on Underland, a book by Robert Macfarlane


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Brain werk work -
knot not
a  s m a l l (samll)
rettam.

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stop    sign
traffic light

stop traffic light sign traffic stop sign light stoplight traffic sign
tops craft lit sin raft post sing 

sigh 

Why
did I
write
this?

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座禅
只管打坐
Shikantaza

Sit.

そうでないふりをしいないで。
sodenai furi o shinaide

Don't pretend otherwise.

Not believing everything we think.
Not pretending things are otherwise.
Let's put it to work: meditation's mirror.

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This January, can I leave "it" behind as a personal pronoun for sentient beings?

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Opus 40 - Harvey Fite

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opus_40

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bus ride words:

ablation/ ablate/ ebulate/ acanthus/ ontology/ rollund/ carbonate/
avuncular/ trophic/ adolesce/ liquin/ dunk/ dank/ modal/
fleurescent/ annote/ evocate/ polymath

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