Coffee With Clark: coulds

Meditation

Just out the window, black silhouettes of trees remind me of those halcyon days with you, when we climbed out of the cellar toward enlightenment. Now, at a glance, the wild birds swing into view, obscuring the real world of young men dying to get home, and the snow that falls on our brains stays solid - never melting into springtime. On the ferry, we sit and compare notes as to whom in life has suffered the most; men, women, boys, or girls? Suddenly, in a revelation, you say it is the Buddha over on Main, who sits on his plywood altar, surrounded by plastic flowers, subjected to all the passersby, who have never had a Zen thought of their own… --K. Lawson Gilbert

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Sunday, July 24, 2011

Pueblo country rain--watercolor