On a bench with a view, Sitting, Thinking, What is existence? Who am I? Is there a God? Moment after moment, One moment carries nothing Into the next moment. When there is a question, There is no answer. When there is an answer, There is no question. Seeing, When there is seeing, There is no seen. When there is seen, There is no seeing.
I am eating. Eating is happening. I am dying. ...
I don’t like winter. I don’t like cold, wet, and slippery. I don’t want to spend on heating. I want to keep my money. ...
These leaves, Those trees, That bird, This path. ...
Loneliness has no company. Darkness has no light. Silence has no sound. Stillness has no movement. ...
He was almost folded in half. Pain must have been shaping him. ...
I found him standing in front of his house, looking confused and sad— like someone who had been told they’d done something wrong but didn’t know what it was. ...
Thank you for letting me love you. ...
Let the silence talk to you, The dark show you the way. Let loneliness crowd you, And the pain wash over you— There is nowhere to go for you. ...
Let it be. Get out of the way. He knows. But you don’t. Let him show you the way. ...