stopped making sense

01/03/2024 0 By BuddyCushman

From the ‘Morning Pages’ on an Ojai Saturday morning:

‘The empty valley receives the clouds. The cold stream cleanses the moon. Not departing and not remaining. Wash my bowl, drink my coffee, do not require making arrangements. As with not preparing the room (before speaking). Taking the backward step, passing through the gateless gate behind me, abandoning any need of merit. Smile because smiling. Dance as dancing. Not separate from the light, all the way home in the dark. My ears wide open to see – all my organs honored, thanked on an Ojai mountain floor.

Mott the Hoople and New Order just some of the background music.