The position you occupy whether in mind, some point in the mind what topology that is what amount of time is spent traveling there to the moment where the vista breaks open to the mind’s eye The position that you come to feel when you accidentally notice yourself lingering hopeful in some part of you that an awakening to the possible will take place I am constantly waiting we are all of us waiting there before a mind that wants us to recognize the moment to grasp the self
Forest Mushroom
Nothing to be known except the presence here that is nowhere defined to be reminded of oneself for no apparent reason simply to come upon oneself as upon a mushroom delectable, without flaw spread quietly miraculously open in green mist
