the way the same word can mix up a recipe, negate humanity civil liberties and the spoken word in general is like a lesson gone berserk in the mind-body component
maybe that is why the heart loves silence. The mind cannot stand silence and the body just cannot keep still.
stepping in a same river in the same spot twice is a delusion of delusion because just like the past, the river is long gone from whence it was first stepped in and all that is there is fresh flow even when it seem like the river forgot how to flow; there is activity bubbling under its surface while it waits for the next gush to arrive from whence it had gone
This is what I noticed the last time I looked at a sedentary portion of the river while strolling in Nature at the Botanical Gardens. Though matter how often I find my way there, the lesson keeps shifting. And sometimes I wonder if it is the lesson or my brain cells; a little of both sometimes
The river somehow knows that it must rest for as long as the flow needs to keep floods away and keep stagnancy in check. Talk about a traffic light on purpose, naturally designed
For a lesson in wordlessness mind in full-blown emotion expressing mode, I check out one of nature’s stations and stay tuned
Seeing is believing the observer; believing is being the observer, obsserving the observed
maybe that is why the heart loves silence. The mind cannot stand silence and the body just cannot keep still.
stepping in a same river in the same spot twice is a delusion of delusion because just like the past, the river is long gone from whence it was first stepped in and all that is there is fresh flow even when it seem like the river forgot how to flow; there is activity bubbling under its surface while it waits for the next gush to arrive from whence it had gone
This is what I noticed the last time I looked at a sedentary portion of the river while strolling in Nature at the Botanical Gardens. Though matter how often I find my way there, the lesson keeps shifting. And sometimes I wonder if it is the lesson or my brain cells; a little of both sometimes
The river somehow knows that it must rest for as long as the flow needs to keep floods away and keep stagnancy in check. Talk about a traffic light on purpose, naturally designed
For a lesson in wordlessness mind in full-blown emotion expressing mode, I check out one of nature’s stations and stay tuned
Seeing is believing the observer; believing is being the observer, obsserving the observed
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