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Click hereReed banks, and an old boat's
faint indentation, run aground, stuck
in the shallow mud lining the bright expanse.
Overhead the shouts of river birds, high
and lonesome on the thin wind, grey clouds
sailing across till inland they reach
the foothills, green and foggy, far removed
from the light failing on the cold water
and nothing of any importance, not
even a first-class failure. Just
the slow swish as hour follows hour and the
careless water lapping the prow, urgelessly,
aimlessly... What I thought a tidal wave
of emotion nothing but another ship's
backwash that has passed, too long, away.
In the mundane awaiting of time , in the ordinariness of small , urgeless , aimless things one discovers the exquisite Being-ness of Existence !! Very Zen e.g. Zen & the art of Motorcycle maintenance !
to a conestoga wagon...Tsunamis to Dust Storms, TK U MLJ LV NV