I want my life to be one of love, not rage Kindness, not contempt Joy, not suffering I want to be alive and present in this moment, not lost in thought and delusion. - Zen poem
There is also a thud in the gut. Old material. Feel it stronger than I'm used to. Not sparkly at all. Chanted and sat in meditation last night - pretty late for me, and after the thud in the gut. Chanting was weak and meditation dull. Still glad I did it. Did my best to throw the thud into the fire.
Dreamed of nighttime missile explosions right outside my door. Could see them through the windows. Nowhere to go. Beautiful. Dangerous. And sparkles everywhere.
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