walking into time
[ Being, a meditation... ]
was walking through the Marina deep into the Vajrasattva Mahāmantra, attaining a flow state when, as a likely consequence of a phrase moving my gaze subtly upward, then saw this sky which veritably stopped me in my chanting tracks. the words kept thrumming on, but all forward motion ceased, and i felt an uncanny deep current abiding...
...it's so ordinary, the presence of the sky, yet at the same time utterly extraordinary when one truly pays attention; there are things written there that other minds (like corvids or accipitrids) perceive effortlessly but for me which take intention to fully embrace. and so i did, walking straight into the bend of time.