Thursday Evening

On Thursday evening, I stepped off the parking lot elevator and spent 40 minutes in upright meditation on concrete while this happened in front of me. There are no filters or photoshop on these photos. You get them as you do me, flaws and all.

And I stood there and smiled and watched the sun die while two women stood at their cars behind me having a conversation about the irritations they have with their boyfriends and it reminded me of the story of the master and the student I posted earlier this week on FB. Their conversation behind me while this happened in front of me reminded me that if my focus is too small, I will see only hurt and that will make me scared. That I can’t be a glass. I have to be a lake. And it buoyed by spirit. That and the resurrection ferns below me that grow in the ass cracks of buildings and walls on NOTHING. They live on NOTHING yet keep living and it is enough.