Dear Life,

Please slow down.

Love,
Caro

shihō.

(knocks on head)

This is empty.
You know...
you hit it with a mallet
and it splatters everywhere
and something comes along and eats it
and it becomes something else entirely...

Can you be unenlightened?

Because I felt like everything was beginning to make more sense tonight.
And then suddenly life kicked in and now it doesn't anymore.

Sorry.

I don't know why I'm
acting like this.
I just thought things
would suddenly get
easier.
And they didn't.

distance.

How long could I
endure this?

The reduction of
my love
to photographs,
words on a page.

A fuzzy phone call
once a week.

Could I learn
to be whole again,
and end my craving
for the unattainable?

To free my mind
of its aching.

Can I release myself
from this anchor,
pulling me into
deeper waters?

Could I love you
without expectations?

fold.

Talking of "right speech"
made me never want to speak again,
because I fear
I have nothing important to say.

zen.

What I should be thinking about:
Breathing.

What I am actually thinking about:
"UH AM I SUPPOSED TO BE BOWING NOW?"

i take that back.

No one is free
until they understand and accept
the impermanence of all existence.