mountains are high, rivers meander

Then this shows up from upon the coffee’d recliner — “I have a lot to offer, and not much more than closet space from which to offer it.” For me, this observation about me is something of a refutal of the (me) thought that I don’t do enough out there in the world, while piggybacking a Zen statement of both my street address and the inner sanctum of my available yin.

Like this: Dogs bark and cats meow.