Ever wait and wait, scrutinizing humidity, air flow, soil moisture, temperature and light index with accuracy and attention? Ever notice how there is a magickal day this time of year, when suddenly it's spring. And suddenly the green unfurling unformed leaf creates itself from ... humidity, air flow, soil moisture, temperature, light index and attention? The Zen I grew into by assisting plants is attention. I now know attentiveness.
Ever notice how driving, exiting, escaping at 4am on a desperate solo "road trip to the East coast" is a lot like life?
You know, you tear through what slows you down and you take the highway you've never taken before just to see where it goes. And it goes nowhere. And you come back and you keep going east on the interstate you were originally on, imagining the sun rising over an ocean, rather than a desert? Until you are so tired you are dangerous driving half asleep and you pull over to some one-horse prefab town and decide it's a nice place - boring - but nice. But YOUR NOT NICE! So you park in some apartment complex after getting lost in their circular court drive where all the houses are identical Barbie toys - like Gap - and you listen to Stevie Knicks sing it like it is, as if her lyrics might hold the thing you were looking for in this road trip, but yet untimingly still have not found, eventually falling asleep for the first time in 40 hours still wearing the ear plugs you had tried to use to go to sleep in your own bed some time ago. It's actually way quieter here in Yonkers 90210 than in your Hollywood. Isn't driving a lot like life? I now know it doesn't matter where you go.
Ever notice how much harder cement is than asphalt?
Ever miss your mom and dad like all the time?
Ever watch one candle's flame light a small space?
Light a candle from the candle; two candles. Light a candle from the candle; three candles. Three times the light. The room is glowing.
And the original candle's flame never diminished by sharing itself. The Zen I learned from lighting candles is timelessness. The rush is my creation. The rest is my creation.
I now create the rest.
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