slowness

There goes a day filled with almost solid slowness. The blinks of eyelids now just burning exercise.
Evaporating thoughts ran away from me all day and now even this image blurred into a milky paste.
I am dissolving into a state of not.
All energy left should now be used to produce a happy smile.
Maybe it is time to grab a blanket, curl into a tight fist and get ready for the early morning punch.

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k | November 17, 2002 2:06 AM

oh, dear.

take it from one who knows. mornings make all this difference. and from frustrations arise new ideas, hopes and work. there is always something realized.

and in the end there is no such thing as loss or gain. these are constructs of our mind, empty of inherent meaning. and maybe you are not dissolving into a state of not, in the nihilistic sense, but a state of not, as in emptiness, your essential primordial state.

so, slooow. no worries. no prrsrrs. all is good. compassionate (the essential nature of your {not} self.)

oh, dear. please forgive... i've stayed up late reading buddhist texts. : )

Witold | November 17, 2002 7:58 AM

oh, thank you for the kind words, K. Sorry for sounding so overly dramatic. And thank you for giving a bit of a Bhuddist perspective. Oh, it is all good.
: )
Thank you.

shauny | November 17, 2002 4:38 PM

if someone took a random sample of blogs, and gathered up a bunch of posts written around midnight, so many of them would have this sort of feeling about them. it's just the time of day that the mind heads in that direction...

hope you're feeling better now though? :)

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