There’s always something jerking at the brain, wooing it into the warp of distraction.
So if we can just concentrate the mind and wield the paintbrush, maybe we could uncover the pleasure of presence.
There’s something about being in the moment with all our flesh that makes realization realizable.
Instead of casting a wide net
The brain does the walking while the feet adhere. We stroll into our best thoughts like a tourist with fresh eyes.
The ground is near
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