An autumn night - don’t think your life didn’t matter.
Operating superficially, the mind is random in its activity and stale in its insights and images. However, with practice and experience the mind is freed from the skull, and the fresh and new can appear as though for the first time. It
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
Old dark sleepy pool... Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.