for a good long while we've been seeing the changes in mister, and in ourselves, and in relation. on the morning walk i thought of immanence and the imminent-not yet. i've sort of quipped over time that he's my bodhisattva, but it either was true all along or has become so. everything correlates, and our bodhisattva is likely multiform, but he's at the center. i contemplate how he will be at the center when his body is gone. i trust the bodhisattva doesn't need a body in the end, and can travel in atoms of space and at the same time orbit the center comprised of bodily life. he will stay in my consciousness until i too disperse.
this morning i thought of death in spring, with all the blue ribbons appearing on the trees, and the flags flying upside down. the pandemic time is also the time of the imminent-not yet, and of immanence, and trust beyond comprehending.