Ruminating the many absences, disappearances, those finite/infinite losses that make up a life.
Meanwhile, the earth is blaring out in blossom, so much I can't keep track.
So many scents.
Color like I believe I've never seen before, yet know, of course, I have.
To hold both this abundance and this scarcity in the same hand, that is the challenge.
Tapestry
ReplyDeleteThe feel of the thread
The stab of the stitch
The colour of the wool... Life.
LLX
This week, practicing and learning a chanting mantra, the monks said that duality is an illusion. Where do we turn now? And thank you. xoxo
ReplyDeletebeautiful photo and thoughts. i have been thinking the very same thing. it IS the trick - exactly. both exist and both live within us.
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