°2005.08.29.mo | Tall Clouds
Tall clouds blow east,
their hulls wet with the liquid shadow of the horizon behind me,
their masts still ablaze in the sun.
A window fan turns in the breeze, stops, and reverses itself.
°2005.08.23.tu | The Gifts of Our Enemeies
"It is from our enemies that we often gain excellent maxims, and are frequently surprised into reason by their mistakes." Thomas Paine, Common Sense
°2005.08.18.th | A Surprise
The Web can be surprisingly serendipitous. I occasionally receive emails from folks who have found something useful on this site; I am glad to be of use. Kathleen Popa writes of how a woman I photographed in Cambridge acted, in part, as her muse: "That woman on the park bench: I wrote to show her the stars."
Which reminds me of this excerpt from Emerson that was shared at the retreat:
If the Stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.
°2005.08.18.th | Back home
Upon returning from a retreat with Thich Nhat Hanh, I discovered these beautiful flowers from Nora.
°2005.08.18.th | Lines
The lines of the parking lot
mark my aspirations
to walk in peace.
°2005.08.18.th | Walking Haiku
In the rain I walk to the meditation hall — wearing a trashbag.
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