Hurry up and wait. Slow everything down and pounce quickly. And still, Gecko Mind is so quick and sneaky, it makes me laugh, this identity of mine. But “who” is laughing?
Slow it down. Let it be. The sight of the horse, a new unknown creature (beginner’s mind), for a split second (has it been as long as a 1/25th?) before he becomes – horse – then, — Edward, Hilary’s horse.
The grass, before it is green and sunlit.
Follow the thoughts backward – and what was the thought before that, before that? Before that, and that?
Music, such an aid to meditation. Listening to each note, each sound, going into it before knowing what it is, before having a relationship with it. Each note – without anticipating the next, or remembering the last.
Even Mozart becomes Satie.
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