how gardens become shrines.
how door slams become chapter endings.
how forgetfulness becomes its own spoken language.
how look-aways defend against possible embrace.
how rains become perceived as apprehensions of floods.
how clear starry nights become revisitations of loneliness.
how the going gets worse before it gets better works.
how ‘how' works as an introduction to these as storylines.
that the mind interprets the present
to conform to reenactments of the past.
how does a broken heart see for itself
if the soup gets cold faster
when the taste is anticipatorily
always repeatedly the same.
maybe it is not life itself
but the method of experiencing it
that is the study worth the challenge.
especially when the teacher and the student
are the same being,
richly present
in inward self-dialogue . . .
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