Start small. I exist. Something knows it. Right here, right now there is a slice of existence creating its own unrepeatable chorus, background, captions. Back against the chair - just pressure. Shoulders tense - a sensation. A thought appears about getting it right, but nothing captures it and it fades away. This knowing of existence is constantly beset by a changing landscape - sounds, sights, rendering absolute certainties only a trick of the mind.
A worry shows up, and unlike yesterday, is summarily dismissed. What remains .. a tiny wake. New images, new, new, fresh. Never repeated for anyone despite old themes, probabilities and worn out sound tracks. Find the only constant, the wondrous noticing. Add water, earth, wind, fire, everyday repeated, but never etched, never remembered the same way, never captured. Spontaneous every moment though remembered as fixed. Marvelous attendance!
A worry shows up, and unlike yesterday, is summarily dismissed. What remains .. a tiny wake. New images, new, new, fresh. Never repeated for anyone despite old themes, probabilities and worn out sound tracks. Find the only constant, the wondrous noticing. Add water, earth, wind, fire, everyday repeated, but never etched, never remembered the same way, never captured. Spontaneous every moment though remembered as fixed. Marvelous attendance!
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