i love the rain. we get it quite a lot in my country, but it's always the dull drizzly sort. hardly ever the lashing, violent sort.
as the rain drip drops
in a comforting drip drop
sort of way i glance to the
outside and see the sheet
of wet descending on the street,
it's the rainy season of our lives
they say on the news
a flood of biblical proportions
of ethical contortions
let's take a rain day and
take in the blues
as it arrives
through the podcast on my
drip drop lap top
i love the rain. we get it quite a lot in my country, but it's always the dull drizzly sort. hardly ever the lashing, violent sort.
they say on the news a flood of biblical proportions of ethical contortions
I especially love that part.
That said, that I ever believed anything in "the news" now astounds me. It was simply "a given" for so many decades. From one point of view, getting older seems an accelerated succession of loss of "givens", to the point were it seems obvious the oft-repeated phrase "is Mind-Only" in The Lankavatara Sutra really nails the whole thing of seeming being imprisoned in an individuality separate from all else and purely a conceptuality/representation/modeling issue.
Anyway....