”In the twinning of patience and striving, we are the porosity of being become mindful, become willing.” Desmond, The Voiding of Being, 203.
My old books are gone.
It’s different not having them.
Today on my walk
flakes kissed my ears (kiss means
my delight is theirs)
once or twice. A mild
day. No accumulation.
So yes, some laughs too.