waving a white flag of surrender

an endless stream of raindrops rolled along the edge of a silver awning, and then dropped one by one onto the wet, green grass below.

while sitting in a large white lawn chair contemplating lunch, I heard a soft thud as I saw a clump of wasps hit the gravel after falling from a nest. one by one they flew spiraling up from the ground back into the nest.

not far away, two butterflies danced together in the air, after a few moments each flew off in a different direction.

while listening to a bird singing loudly outside my window, I wondered what was the meaning of the lyrics to the song.

during a walk down my usual path, I realized I was being consumed by desire. eventually I reached home and began to wash the dishes.

as I sat reading on the ground, countless tiny gnats suspended in the evening air danced a frenzied dance, while a chorus of crickets sang an endless love song.

early fall

Sometimes I find myself dreaming without first having been asleep.

I became aware that I was fascinated by the word "sepulchre." I later judged the fascination as morbid.

Someone told me that karma is attachment to past identity. I entertained the idea as I found myself in a forest that was filled with karma.

I poured cereal into an empty bowl. I poured milk over the cereal. I then used a spoon to convey the milk and cereal from the bowl into my mouth. After a short period, the bowl was again empty.

A tiny spider crawled thru the air suspended by an invisible thread. It disappeared into some pine needles, and was never seen again.

I thought to myself, object, or no object, one comes to appreciate the space created in the absence of something much the same as appreciating the thing itself.