The One who knows does not understand. The One who understands does not know. My obsession with words has always got the best of me. I am always putting my thoughts into pleasant little boxes. I enjoy finding titles. Figuring rhymes and rhythms. Letting the image rule the idea. Call it a poem. Call it a moment. If I had the stamina I would sit in the desert or under the Boddhi tree. Sit at the top of Squaw Butte with no food or water for four days. Just stop thinking. Stop the endless mind chatter. I am empty as the winter sky. I am speechless. Words fail me.
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