We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.~ Buddha
“You’re not sick.”
There’s no way he has of telling this, of course. All he knows is what chooses to escape, usually in the form of carefully chosen language. Would he be so generous, I wonder, if I spilled everything shamelessly in the way that I want to? No, of course not; He wouldn’t be […]
He spoke of room 101 and asked me if I had read the book in which it was mentioned. I answered yes, but then wondered if I really had…
Maybe I only thought I had because people talk about it so much, I couldn’t remember.
I wondered for a moment why I did that, why I said […]
I have known you.
Your name has changed and your voice is new, but there is no one else it could be. Are you supposed to be a stranger now…is that what I’m expected to see?
I wait in silence for you to say something, for fear that my lips will reveal what I try so hard […]
Who am I?
This is a question I dare not answer. If I said to you “I am that,” it would be untrue; “that” is over there, created as nothing more than imagery derived from habit and conditioning and then separated from me the moment the words take form and divulge a meaning of their own. They flood my mind, asking to be worn, yet if I accept… I must realize that I existed prior to […]