All lose... what? Is, found

Driving home from visiting patients in hospital.




The day ebbs.








One woman sang me a song in her room.

Another, in intensive care, told me about her family.

Daylight at its edge.

That's odd

Some salute the flag. Honorably.

Some curse the day they were born.

Me, it's hard to explain.

I prefer odd moments.

Like...wood shavings on wet mulch at dusk.

A little distance from yourself

"Para" = side by side with. 'Beyond' also works.

"El" means "God" -- and so, the word "parallel."

What is your parallel existence?

Poustinia (пустынь) at meetingbrook

Janet. JoAnn. Mary.

A trinity of the 15th of August.

With gratitude for each.

Morning-Call Yurt is just about completed. Hang door in the morning.

Arms, shoulders, back -- exhausted.

Desert stillness.

Pardon me, but surely we have...

How many parallel lives are lived every day without our being aware we are living them?

Worldly people who do not understand me
Call me by my worldly name of Old Zhou.
You invite me to a seven-day religious feast,
But the feast of meditation knows no end.
- Huixu (431-499)

The 15th of August has long been heart notable. In a parallel world I am with a dear friend in the middle of nowhere.

And where is nowhere?

Just that place from which you have stepped from where you thought you were but have never been but in the dream of faint recollection as unexplainable wisps of familiarity brush by like fog on summer night.

Love, being whole, splits easily into many parts -- all of which contain complete and fleeting glimpse of what cannot be grasped.

Mountain to sea

      Work continues.

You ask where I live?

Issa wrote:

(tsuyu no yo wa tsuyu no yo nagara sari nagara)

This dewdrop world,
is a dewdrop world,
and yet
(Kobayashi Issa, 小林 一茶?, June 15, 1763 - November 19, 1827)

The final words are my final dwelling: "and yet"