Success and failure are your journey."
~ Chogyam Trungpa
The days flow, varying, from rapids to a trickle, and back. Looking endlessly at the bank, the stream of thoughts cease. Just a moment, here. A moment, needed to right ones mind in the torrent of sensations and reflections, ideas and impressions. In flowing water keeping one's feet becomes difficult. Every wave and swell is death incarnate, or is it the ego-death? Trek ever forward, with refuge, everywhere once found within.
Green branch, summer born,
Ride water, ever changing,
Beyond, it's just this.
Yet to greet, yet to meet. Hello all and thank you.