Winter drifts toward us as autumn floats on the surface ... in its depths, autumn contains winter ... This feels to me like a beautiful meditation on the passing of time: although seasons change, all time exists simultaneously - like the story of the monk who especially appreciated the glass because he experienced it as already broken.
Winter drifts toward us as autumn floats on the surface ... in its depths, autumn contains winter ... This feels to me like a beautiful meditation on the passing of time: although seasons change, all time exists simultaneously - like the story of the monk who especially appreciated the glass because he experienced it as already broken.
ReplyDeleteSo very true, and eloquently stated, Jacki. Thank you so much.
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