One of the things I’ve relearned lately is that I am just one of God’s happy wanderers. The current goes where it goes.
from Field Journal. [The Tao of Mick]
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Reaching back out for the Real
don’t want life behind the paywall anymore, don’t want to nickel and dime my soul in the name of distraction masking itself as relaxation
maybe it’s working on a 110-year-old steam-powered memory machine — but I want to be able to cast my eye, reach out and set my hands upon tangible and touchable Life
not manufactured by an accelerated learning enrolled AI
by an algorithm that has no heart to feel rhythm and language — some facsimile of existence programmed by a programmed sociopath
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back to what’s real
can’t hack a typewriter or a pen to paper, don’t want to be the tool of what was supposed to be a tool
I see the faces of God down on the river, don’t need to pray to the ghost in the machine
to reach out to me
from DRIFTWOOD: a piece (waiting)
This is not a waiting culture. From every corner, prognosticators, practioners, preachers and gurus scream against it. Waiting is the antithesis of Now. Now is what we were raised sharpening our teeth on. Now is the feast we remember from childhood. Waiting is for the weak, they say. The early bird gets the fatter worm and the runt never gets the teat.
But I have given up the early worm. Given up the feast of Now. Here in the Present Now is all about waiting.
I am learning to wait.