when you think nothing
Is going on?
Your soul can be found there.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
In the beginning there was only the experience.
The simple joy of sensation
Suddenly an object
Imprisoned by observation
Then remarking about the remarks
So far from the point it was entirely hidden
By its own obscurity
The essential joy of being alive
Reduced to this
"She scheduled time in her calendar to be present."