some days i cant help but read and read and read.
i was once known as someone who could read non-stop 24/7.
people were exaggerating of course.
my friends were like that. they always liked to kid me around.
but yes, it remains my habit that i would grab something to read while doing something else.
while seated on the toilet bowl.
while lost in a mountain hike.
while attending a boring meeting.
other days i cant help but write and write and write.
i was once known as someone who could write non-stop 24/7.
people were exaggerating of course.
my friends were like that. they always liked to kid me around.
but yes, there were days when i skipped sleep and meals and social interaction so i could finish a 200-page report with an imminent deadline.
still other days i cant help but talk and talk and talk.
i was once known as someone who could talk non-stop 24/7.
people were exaggerating of course.
my friends were like that. they always liked to kid me around.
but yes, there were times when everyone gave up on me and went to sleep.
then i'd go out and make new friends who would listen to my non-stop stream.
some days i cant help but draw and draw and draw.
some days i cant help but walk and walk and walk.
some days i cant help but play and play and play music.
some days i cant help but dream and dream and dream.
but there were rarely days in my many years when i had nothing to do but listen.
rarely days when i wanted to do nothing else but listen.
until recently, that is.
like today.
today i found myself doing nothing, wishing nothing, but to listen and listen and listen.
just be quiet and still for once, and just listen.
immerse myself in a vast sea of sounds.
listen and absorb. soak it all in.
i close my eyes and shut out streaming video.
i thicken my skin and shut out streaming enviro.
feel the force all around us, says yoda.
the force today is sound, says me.
the sound of nature. sky storm. river rage. cloud burst. leaf fall. rain drop. water freeze. moon wane.
the sound of city streets. car horns. sirens wail. doors slam. keyboards click. tv's drone.
the sound of people talking, laughing, shouting, walking, moving, singing.
the sound of my own breathing breast, my throbbing heart, my softly pulsing veins.
the sound of my mind, in glacier melt, an iceberg dolphin sliding and gliding on a vast cold sea of tranquility.
the sound of my soul, finally free, galloping and leaping like centauri plasma fire from galaxy to galaxy.
some days are meant for many things for me to do in parallel.
some days are meant for just a single thing for me to finish.
some days are meant for listening only, and nothing else.
this is one of those days.
it's a good zen day.
i hope this day never ends.
i like the feeling of it.



