(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)
meditates while walking, meditates as stepping out the door around people, amongst people,, in the fine mist of the mountains, meditates over marmalade on toast and orange juice, meditates through sentences, through thoughts, meditates on the knots on the wall, meditates on the clock on the wall, stands in wet grass and meditates through bird calls thick in the morning, meditates through the colors of flowers by the houses, meditates through the football matches, through the smoke in the bar, through the pain of the feet, meditates with eyes open, with ears open, meditates into a state far from there, far from here, in between what is and what isn’t, meditates in the extremities, through the sleep, meditates and meditates and meditates
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