Tonight
I begin to see that my mistake
always begins with trying to understand life,
an impenetrable mystery
when what is needed,
here and now,
is to understand being.
To be with this sensation of the body.
To take in its goodness deeply.
To remember, with every tendril and root and fiber
of this cosmological sensation.
Lee van Lear, Tounderstand being, Substack themorning five 8-19-26
2 am
4 am, The real butt crack of dawn on the right with the neighbors headlight I think
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