In class, we’ve been investigating how the mind actively constructs in each moment, and noticing that no construct is ever completely finished. When we are aware of the activity of minding that builds each structure, our perceptions do not have to take on the heaviness of their content…
Photo courtesy of: ‘Skipping stones’ by GIZ – Flickr
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Time is a curious appearance, showing up, turning up as it elaborates with space…Cutting water, frog jumps, or stone-skimming…a horizontal endeavor can open to a cosmology of slippery moments as time opens a bubbled instant to a ‘finity’ of colliding concerns, both transpicuous yet vague…like memories stirred with current events…
Machhranga
By Ken McKeon
First crooked in a pointer finger,
Then swept out and away
In a sidearm toss,
A small flat stone is freed
To spin and freely slap
Down on smooth water,
It hits not quite flat
Then skips-
Laura turns from the mirror of her life,
She sees friends tossing in their sleep,
She breathes ease
Into the burning stars,
They light the darkness of a billion miles,
We see them everywhere,
All directions,
And my heart returns from far away off
To a butterfly
On my wrist, its wings are slowly
Flapping, and a moment arises
On a planet I will never know-
And the stone slips away
Into the unimaginable dark floods of time,
And we tremble before dawn,
Until our hearts stop beating,
And then they do again.
