Monday, March 1, 2010

One Hundred Ninety


One more meditation at the edge of everything. I'm breathing, not looking for extra information, additional clues, yet my curiosity is unstoppable.

What is curiosity without too much attachment, without too much dullness? God, it's a bright thing, like the way Venus would sometimes be mistaken for a train coming down the track.

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