I sit in a whirlwind of external effort. A simple shakuhachi plays a single note at a time. A shamisen accompanies a taiko to complete elegant simplicity. I feel the music puncture my exoskeletal facade. As it always does. Flays me from my shell with the calm, gentle scoop of a Zen master.
I can see the pieces of my life. Large and small. I can't fit them all inside my head at once. I try to balance them all only to have them constantly tumble out of mind.
That's alright. I am absolved of the world. Letting life flow through me fills me with breeze and sunlight. My heart aches sweetly with the dew of mono no aware.
I see myself galvanized with cherry blossoms petals. I see myself as a razor vision, years from now, still training in measures of sand.
Now I am tired. The euphoria of realization is too much for my untrained body and mind. I have not yet a diamond soul. I am still so far from quivering palms. Untouched by the still vibrations of a perfect self.
11:28 p.m. - 2014-08-06
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