Sunday, July 11, 2010

Day Three Hundred and twenty two

Feeling the sensations of the body. I am made of these things but that does not need to make me into something else. Yet, there arise the personalities of me and the friends I am with tonight.

We are all older. They are each wise. I can feel their comments on impermanence in my heart more directly than I can hear them.

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