Silence slowly accumulates in the center
and spills over into meanings and manifestations.
I quietly drink my cup of green tea, thinking.
My mind meandering. There is this solace of gathering existence.
It is already 7:30 in the evening but there is still the pleasant pale sunlight
temporarily nullifying the struggling dark night of winter.
It is springtime but still steely cold outside.
The coffee shop is almost full. And I am still thinking.
Then I went back to my reading. I went back to Homer’s Iliad in the ancient world.
Shifting from one world to another world. So mysterious. I can only imagine.