It’s
kind of like a dream. I
certainly
don’t understand
it. (The neighbor's dog
who
hardly ever makes
a noise
is stirring up
quite a
storm of ruffs
and
barks, getting all
the other neighbor dogs
roused,
and even
Coco
seems un-
easy.)
Transition. Anything.
I find
it easy to put on
a mask
when writing.
To take
on someone
else’s
voice. On
paper. The only
way I
can comfort-
ably
role-play. Be-
sides a
stage. That’s
not
true, of course.
The
notion of just
sitting,
of being
aware,
of meditating.
If it
weren’t for my
spine,
zazen would
be at
the top of my
list. My list.
Is in
transition. I’ve been
in such
a state lately
that I
keep a file of
lists
that I need to
scrutinize,
to sit on.
To
merge into one.
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