Friday, February 3, 2012

Number Forty Five

The perfect day ends with a thought: will I have this tomorrow?  And the thought tears what the day was made of.  The fabric of the perfect day is made from the sounds of the outer and inner life -- like two notes of a chord.  And the chord exists not one moment before or one moment after.  When the mind enters before and after, it no longer hears the chord.

The chord is the source of joy.

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