Heavy Vanilla

_ The greatest skill a person can develop is the ability to quiet the mind, and to listen.

_ That’s two.

_ The air takes on a certain viscosity. In putting on a shirt, one realizes that, as the arm slides through the sleeve, the body is all things. The fetters of conditioned living fall away as the inner voice participates in the long, sweet song. We, like heat off of tarmac, dissipate; shimmering and ascending, life flows into nothingness.

_ What about those of us left behind? What are we supposed to do?

_ You’ll manage... Bourbon and water, please...

_ The closest thing that they have to bourbon is vanilla extract.

_ That’ll do; go very light on the water.

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     ... Thus, within the huddle of the spoon, this.

     ... I walked to the cafe today. Hi. I am at home among the sprigs of no meaning, which garnish the platter holding the world’s weary head.


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