using nothing it obviously teaches everything…
Zen Sunday.
It aggregates and returns, becoming not one thing, in endless dialog.
Zen Sunday.
In this sense a narrative, in that a form.
Speaking of Raccoons.
Zen Sunday.
Without a gesture, within a relationship…
Zen Sunday.
In noise, finding nothing is everything at once…
Zen Sunday.
this thinking, following thinking.
After The Rain.
Zen Sunday.
In action you can feel it, thru feeling it acts.
Zen Sunday.
to this end, nothing makes it real…