Mindfulness The time I want is the beginning of the time of pain. The time buildings amass desire. The time that people burn, undergrowth among the earth's elements. The Buddhist Gen Tenzin speaks over clamor of traffic, voices under alcoves in Center City Philadelphia. I allow my eyes to open in the meditation room. Think of the flatlands of space. Autumn voice, a hint of New Zealand. Unthought-of things, thought-of things. The train-whistle and the buzz of light. Whispers of subways. Valleys into which we fall. Someone sleeping 2 hours a night now, writing with the moon and breast-feeding a child.
Mindfulness.
Smith, Clint
Mindfulness The time I want is the beginning of the time of pain. The time buildings amass desire. The time that people burn, undergrowth among the earth's elements. The Buddhist Gen Tenzin speaks over clamor of traffic, voices under alcoves in Center City Philadelphia. I allow my eyes to open in the meditation room. Think of the flatlands of space. Autumn voice, a hint of New Zealand. Unthought-of things, thought-of things. The train-whistle and the buzz of light. Whispers of subways. Valleys into which we fall. Someone sleeping 2 hours a night now, writing with the moon and breast-feeding a child.