the thought came in my mind life's kind of a sad joy. the dog's going to die, and then we're going to die, and it seems like most of the people are just out to get what they can before then, and feel no connection with life beyond their own life span of use. with that in mind i look at the water and it's a phenomenally beautiful thing. i look into the eyes of the dog and i feel a deep and radiant peace. i look at the smile of r. and feel the same thing. i look at the swamp, and the mother bird is singing in the honey locust above to her baby while she flits among the bamboo, butterflies, and cattails, and it's all like a prayer of quiet humming joy, a living, working meditation. there's a world of corruption, but i see beings being, going on playing, loving, working this sad joy that comes in my mind.


for r. (heartleap).