the shelf its self

[christopherswim]

the kind of mental clarity which comes from arranging my possessions i find nowhere else. this may be why i have these things around which have little or no apparent usefulness. i suppose they do now. for instance, i have a stack of fabric salvage which when folded neatly and stacked on a shelf, causes me to sigh in relief. For no reason other than the direct sensation of their presence, on the shelf. and furthermore the shelf its self has an air of confidence and solidarity. Everything you desire can happen. If its a shallow illusion, then to be a shelf, likewise this life is little more then holding up a few organized things.

anyway, journal, im going to bed now, in meditation on the thing, within the thing.

a meditation on the sleep, within the sleep.