Quote

    I sit on top of a boulder
    the stream is icy cold
    quiet joys hold a special
       charm
    bare cliffs in the fog
       enchant
    this is such a restful place
    the sun goes down
      and tree shadows sprawl
    I watch the ground
      of my mind
    and a lotus comes out
       of the mud
    The Collected Songs
      of Cold Mountain

The Cave

May 11th, 2006 by jack

Sometimes the only thing to be done is to hermitize yourself for while, to try to put the pieces back together yet again. If you do hermitizing correctly, you let the pieces float away, and then eventually molt to the next layer of understanding.

If there’s some temporary insight gained, it will likely be posted here.

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