Wednesday, December 7, 2011


I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same…
                                   David Bowie

Navigation through the sensorial flows of the day start out like every other day; a generic looped melody blasts out of my phone at the same time it has for the past months.  Brush teeth, coffee, check email, rinse, spin.  Repeat.  Routine grabs hold of the wheel. The yellow leaves dancing in the window open my eyes bringing the clarity not to let the mind go wild. The mind is everything. What you think you become.”  Again my boy Buddha keeps me in check.  Observing the obvious manifestation of fluctuation swiftly dissipate the feelings of stagnation.  For a moment I turn the mind’s eye to the outside to uncover the transformation occurring inside; warm impermanence as Bowie says. As the pirouetting foliage floats through my eyes, it is inescapable to notice…


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