Random Nectar

 

Mountains, valley, buildings,

movement, activity, culture…

smoke and steam arise from my

cigarette and coffee…I´m like a

locomotive resting at the station.

 

People passing, universes unto

themselves, the street a celestial

display of cause and consequence,

momentum of karma, each part of

the hologram containing the whole.

Each square-one-snap-shot a facet

of diamond.  

 

It takes a while for the plot to unfold…

like…forever? No wonder our

temporary lives make us nervous.

There are plenty of instructions about

how to deal with it.

For starters, stop watching the news.