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Several long branches protruded from a bush whose branches were otherwise short.

I captured a moth in a dixie cup and released it to the outside world.

I stopped to watch the sun melt a thick fog that lay on a field of wild flowers

I escaped a large elaborate web suspended high in mid-air by an absent spider.

while holding awareness in my hands, a siren sounded in the distance. over time, the sound receded.

from time to time, trees pitch pine cones in my direction. having no eyes, they often miss.

early in the morning air I see my breath before me.

while walking the dog, I happened upon a deer carcass and I was reminded of my own mortality.

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.

a trip

one day in mexico, this happened...

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something else unexpected..

while sitting under a tree, I watched a bee fly from tiny white flower to tiny white flower. nearby several moths were doing the same thing. I heard a rustling sound behind me. I turned to watch as a red, orange and green leaf fell from the top of a tree to the ground beneath. it hit several branches as it fell.

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on another day in the back yard, this happened...

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.

not very long ago

While waiting at a bookstore counter, a small girl stared down at my shoes. After a time, she looked into my eyes and smiled.

As I walked across a baseball field, I paused to consider a wooden stick that stuck out of the ground and leaned against a metal fence.

A gray old woman in a wheelchair waited by a curb. From time to time she glanced in my direction. Her face remained expressionless.

As I sat in a parking lot, I gazed at a tree that had grown around a chain-link fence.

A large formation of geese flew overhead in a northwesterly direction. I continued to hear their calling from a distance.

A woman I did not know looked at me and smiled. I smiled back at her without saying a word.

A sheer curtain from an open window blew against my leg as I wrote this.

I paused for a moment as I allowed strong feelings of contempt to arise, and then slowly exit from my awareness.

a brief narrative

I lay on my left side staring into nothing; slowly breathing in and out. A bird sang persistently outside my open window. Suddenly the singing stopped. As traffic noises arose and dissolved, I listened to the silence between the sounds.

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in other isolated incidents...

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I stared at my watch as nothing continued to happen.

I watched two butterflies alight on the same leaf. After a short time one flew away. The other remained on the leaf.

While recalling a humorous moment, I chuckled slightly to myself. Eventually my thoughts turned to something else.

a short while ago

A loud alarm sounded from a clock reading 7am. For a moment I wondered where I was. I reached out to shutoff the alarm.

I saw a fan rotating in a counter-clockwise direction. There was a slight breeze emanating from the fan.

I pondered the meaning of the word "hipster." Over time my curiosity faded.

I looked at my dog and yawned in the same moment that my dog looked at me and yawned.

While walking across the yard, I noticed I was walking into the wind.

A butterfly flew across my path. It did not pause to beg my pardon.

Among millions of green blades of grass, a few had tiny purple, or yellow flowers.

Crickets chirped loudly from a bush along a path. As I approached, the chirping stopped altogether.

A spongy, fushia-colored stalk protruded vertically fom the ground. When I brushed it with my foot, it was uprooted and fell sideways into a horizontal position.