Break for a moment in the rain. Nice sea-breeze. Lovely fresh air soaking deep into my skin.
My imagination created the odd sensation of my negative conditioning slowly becoming like ash, collapsing and being carried away in the wind as I walked along.
Beneath it all, something always burning bright within.
There's a Zen saying: "Wood becomes ash; but ash does not become wood again."
Comments
New comment
Hi Richie,
It's good to have a break now and then and enjoy nature. The sea air near where you live must have been good. Very refreshing!
Best wishes
Gill