who is anticipation?
who is adventure?
the love affair with the muse can be a bitch on occasions. now it is the anticipation of the proximity of all that immense silence approaching us. yes, it is the silence that i most dearly share with you. the silence, the much sought silence of the monk's existence.
this monk exists, that muse breathes, and i am about to feel nothing at all. ecstasy!
the absence of feeling, the divestment of passion, the abandon to what is and emerges, that is ecstasy. you know that, don't you?
it was nothing that you could tell me, it was something that you taught me. if you had told me, i would not have listened. if you had insisted, i would have resisted. if you had bribed my intellect, i would have adulterated the air that you breathe. yet, you taught.
but what is the lesson learned that was taught? what it what you said, or was it what you did not say?
ah!
