Nothing is Still

What I remember is

a sense that my regular way of

seeing the world stops it

 

I experienced something different

 

One day while looking at the ceiling,

many small clouds were flying

past the sun and the light in my room

changed quite quickly,

bright dull bright dull bright

and I was hit over the head

by Heraclitus’ “all is flux”

 

It struck me deeply to realize

how different this experience

of knowing was from understanding

something I read or heard

or had seen on TV

 

It was like a being change

which made the world

a different place to be in and

my experience of it,

a different experience

from then on.

 

6/7/11

 

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