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my buddy and I we sat today a few hours ago at our favorite coffee shop and talked the conversation took us nowhere special but our hearts were in it this is what friendship is for both being mindful of one another mindfulness meditation in a group setting of two © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

our cat Oliver makes strange noises all of the time something similar to a grunt-groan-squeal it is his way of adjusting emotionally to what is going on the sound he makes is never the same © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

paying attention is very similar to knowing what is what the only difference being that what is never what it is always something else this is the reason for paying such close attention we know nothing at all so open up the wonder to see what is inside pay attention © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

yesterday we had car problems our mechanic lives in the country making the drive in to fix our car when he opened the hood to attach his jumper cables there was a wild rabbit huddled there, shaking I was deeply concerned our mechanic told me "don't touch that guy, he'll scratch you good" I used the ice scraper to get him out of there worried over his safety he jumped out and ran away today we had car problems our car started just fine but there was an awful noise banging under the hood safety being something relative death being something real I used the ice scraper to get him out of there © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

the reader in you is the writer in me we are using dimension energy, material, words to celebrate the fact that we both exist as one singular love this is why form is so important we would otherwise have no other way to enjoy our self © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

what is the point in knowing how I feel? scared and alive that's what it is vulnerable this is the only information I have this and the fact that all total strangers seem closer to me I disturb myself knowing that given the choice I'd put them all at a familiar distance in order to walk around pretending I know something more © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

I am remembering how much I enjoyed the Lotus Sutra all the bits about Buddha and smotes of dust being just as important as everything else then I think of the popular saying— "It's all good" © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

typing words on a page here now feels like translation from something big to something small seeking some form of affirmation through a pinhole hmph © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

the snow is falling this morning outside it is a very wet snow and it is falling down down from the sky I just realized what it is I like about the snow— it is a reminder to me that the seemingly empty space between us can be filled up with beautiful delicate shapes that have no meaning © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

you can feel the mental stuff not knowing what it is you can still feel it I am downtown at a coffee shop everyone walking by is carrying stuff all this mental buzzing thoughts, projections judgments, ideas it is all around buzzing like flies invisible little bugs © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

my sweet wife leaning on me across the couch looked out through our apartment window five jet streams across a blue sky going many directions © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

these annoying little creatures are all over our house right now buzzing around very annoying unavoidable in our faces like life sometimes © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

Carlos Castaneda is instructed by Don Juan Matus to observe death as ever present and pending in order to drop so much self-importance, allowing more awareness in the present moment © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

our home if full of things just looking around stuff and more stuff little bits of energy broken up in colors shapes and sizes little things built out of meaning for some purpose just lying around waiting for something © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

there is no way to describe how I enjoy a cup of tea but I am obviously giving it a good solid try this morning something about how self nurtures self warm and kind slowly, over time taking it all in talking with others or musing alone © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

what else is there but paying attention? who else are we but who pays attention? even what we see and pay attention to is full of consciousness itself just paying attention life is attention paid paid to itself in full © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

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I am listening to an old song by Led Zeppelin a slow song I love it I don't even know the title it doesn't matter that's not what my body cares about just the music © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

there is a subtle tension living in the eyes of my head I can feel it there almost always trying to see or envision something it is what I am doing to my eyes my eyes are not doing it I am not free I keep looking for things © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean

the snow is beginning to melt the sun is beginning to shine the seasons are changing again and my cells are celebrating © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean