“Heaven is above, drawing farther and farther away, while the earth below sinks farther into the depths. The creative powers are not in relation… Heaven and earth are out of communion and all things are benumbed. What is above has no relation to what is below, and on earth confusion and disorder prevail.”
– I Ching: The Book of Changes (Hexagram 12)
Acceptance of paradoxes. Standing still for peaceful grounding and quietness to empty heavy minds.
Drop it like a seed of love that will grow in those who love.
Listening to the soft hearts and the thousands of small voices. Closed eyes, it’s a concert.
Gastric-brooding frog, Rheobatrachus.
Mutual mistrust prevails in public life while an interesting frog with a stomach for a womb goes extinct and we slowly share our withering discoveries.
Breeze blows a few leaves and bills away. Flies have a feast with an empty can forgotten in the sand. Jellyfish are more transparent than most of us will ever be. Eyes go through a dark net of thoughts to see the wide open blue sky. Waves sing, and heart delights in being alive.
chameleonian times 