Day’s end

It’s hard to believe that after all the years, books and time spent poking silence and mindfulness, I still think I can stop the world. Manage it. Shape it to my desire. As though I have control over more than this moment.

This is what I think while washing my face at the end of another day. Water running over cupped hands. At least I smile at myself in the mirror. Tomorrow I’ll try again.



4 thoughts on “Day’s end

  1. Hard indeed Chris — often maddeningly so.
    But leaves me wondering if it is a cunning sort of “dialectic” — “now I get it now I don’t” — that draws us forward into wondering, questing, searching ?

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