3033:

Born from
the wet
tar of
industrial
lungs,
nights of
refugees
shivering
huddled
in domes,
looking out
of windows in windows
at a smear
of horizon,
their eyelids twitching
until they rub them
with their fists
like
flies were writhing
inside their pupils

In the spring,
they breathe in
a yellow…

One day,
if we do
nothing,
our secrets
will become the
crying pain
of our flesh

Yet we
so often
lay
uneasy
in our
dreamless
nights,
not knowing
who we are
because we
have rejected
ourselves

We forget
that we
are
all our
ancestors
and the
wind

In a
desert
we have
made…

All change

takes place in

eternity.

There is no

past, present, and future,

There is essentially timeless

static.

Time is a transformation,

metamorphosis;

invisibly

overlapping realms

of secret

possibility

from no clearly understood

cause.

The immediate now

is the flowing

music

from the infinite

multitude of

lines and

surfaces,

colors

and

textures,

spaces

and

densities

which surround

us.

Stoic Practice: Confront Yourself

Examine an event and observe your honest reactions to it. Death, for example, is neither a good nor bad occurrence. All creatures will die, whether they are young or old, healthy or unhealthy. While you cannot control your demise, your can think a million ways about it, confronting its truth or not.

Your attitudes toward death, an uncontrollable end, may cause you to suffer. Scrutinize your opinions about such an event. See what is valid and invalid. How will your views help you to flourish? If your ideas do nothing for truth or your well-being, why concern yourself with them? You waste so many moments dwelling on what you cannot change, dreading what will come. In the meantime, you neglect the power of your attitude, your actions, in the moment.

water has

no memory

in the

midday sun,

white light

waves

sparkling

through

the wind

and foam

bubbling

over glass

and sand

stone