I Enso – Empty Circle
I awaken at 5:00 am. A deer grazes in the field by the corn patch, another one stands outside the 12-foot fence smelling raspberries, squash and beans. A raven cuts through the air leaving no trace of thought or feeling, no trace of I know, I want, I don’t know, I wonder, I wish, I believe, I don’t believe.
My breath vibrates the temple bell. The sun breaks over the Selkirks, rolls down the west hills and chases the fog across Kootenay Lake. No thought. Mu - emptines…
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Posted on August 24, 2008 at 10:45am —