Holding fabric, taking the elevator.
the sound of mum singing please dont float so faast in that wispery hollow old tree fetal voice seems to fill my yurt with just the right sloshy liquid smoke right now.
not that im floating fast, but i am floating.
it makes it easy to see the world in fast motion. plants wriggling around for the light, the trees shooting up turning white and falling over.
my mind shut down today. its been a prolonged meditation of a day. the last time my brain idled like this was that thanksgiving on the marin headlands. i remember walking out of the meditation hall and feeling so closly this wave crashing in the distance and knowing my atoms and knowing the earth and greeting them as the same.
not that im floating fast, but i am floating.
it makes it easy to see the world in fast motion. plants wriggling around for the light, the trees shooting up turning white and falling over.
my mind shut down today. its been a prolonged meditation of a day. the last time my brain idled like this was that thanksgiving on the marin headlands. i remember walking out of the meditation hall and feeling so closly this wave crashing in the distance and knowing my atoms and knowing the earth and greeting them as the same.