I did not succeed in meditation, when I tried, last night.
June 16, 2013 § Leave a comment
from JW, this a.m.:
And certain evenings, something in the balance
falls to the dewpoint where our minds condense
and then inslides itself between moments
and spills the heart from its circumference;
and this is when the moon matchlessly opens
and you can feel by instinct in the distance
the bigger mountains hidden by the mountains,
like intentions among suggestions.
— “Mountains”, Alice Oswald