Thursday, May 31, 2001

A certain peace of mind

A certain peace of mind has surrounded me this last half year. Boken only temporarily by the streams and winds of the universe around me. The currents that float past my center of existence. Quickly the waters/winds of existence close their surface again, and I am carried on in the knowledge that many things are not more than repetitions of earlier turmoils, my own or others'.

In ritual and purification, or from just a moment of meditation, the turmoils seem like shedded skins of reptiles. Emptied, harmless, their content now bound for a new form of existence, perhaps raw and fragile in the start, but growing, gaining something for each round.

My silence is enough. I need not be heard myself, there are too many voices with too much to speak.

Which are 'True of Voice'?