many of us are saying the same sort of things about ego, awakening etc.
yet make many choices out of habit - doing the same sort of things we have done for years.
sometimes there is nothing else to say...
no more clever parodies
no more enlightened or intelligent dialogues...
and the only thing that seems worth writing about
is the beauty of the leafless walnut tree
its dark intricate branchings covered in a layer
of soft white...
a late winter snow falls and quiets the landscape.