Saturday, June 27, 2015

In the Present Moment

I try to breathe.

And ...I try to breathe.

I stare at my old thesis work.
(now crunched and wedged between the house and a bush)

I notice that the wire I've allowed to rust 
simulates the wood pile.

I take a closer look.

I see that the moon needs dusting...

and wonder what those markings symbolize on that bell.

I get distracted thinking that once I thought
I understood...

but realize I may never fully comprehend.

I attempt to be...

back in the moment.

and breathe.

(and create)


(while listening to this)...