October 27, 2001

October 27, 2001 3:07 PM

my hands are ice. the cold air is here today. there are still perfect red rose buds outside but the bush is covered in fiery dry leaves. i sweep the porch steps daily and even more leaves fall to take their place. . . there is significance in this act. … like a frozen rose bud, my body has folded in on itself. physical acts have become mental. i am breathing in isolation and trying to listen. …

reading: From Sex To Super Consciousness – Osho Rajneesh

listening: Kai-In No Uma – Gotoh Osamu