The light of day's end
brings out the sandy
grit of the arid
landscape.
The light of day's end
matches & compounds
the color of the
desiccated vegetation.
The light of day's end
turns the world
into someplace new --
somewhere I've never
been before.
My body knows this is
nothing like Mars;
my mind does not.
the river widens,
slows / stopping, in places;
so goes my mind.
the lion wind blows.
all about is rippling chaos,
but for the goddess
who dances in the
furious center,
pausing on one foot
as the dust swirls
in angry spasms.
where hill meets clouds:
knuckles of a Hulk-like fist
spark a daydream.
From the dark depths
of a temple,
eyes open & blink
against the sunlight
pouring through
a narrow second set
of eyes.
What shapes form across
the way?
It's the roof of a second --
more ancient -- temple
that stands across
the street.
This monk has opened
eyes on that view a
thousand times before,
and each time has
forgotten the centuries
old neighboring temple
existed.
The reclining Buddha oversees
the diligent seated Buddha.
Is this an analogy of the mind,
or just a monk's proclivity
toward a superabundance
of Buddhas?
What is this cloud above my head
on such a sunny day?
You may think it foreshadows rain.
I think that it brings play.
My brain.
How would I know? When I’m doing either – by definition – my mind is wandering. Ergo, I have no metacognitive engagement. (i.e. I’m not timing or encoding— and certainly not recording— mental objects.)
What is your favorite form of physical exercise?
I’m a big fan of them all. I like to move it, move it.
Each in its time.
Though the less special equipment I need access to, the better. I’m a firm believer that one needs only the body and mind to keep a fit body. It’s all a matter of how, how often, how intensely, and how safely one moves one’s body. Gadgety fitness can become too fetishist, and not build integration of the body as much as is ideal.
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