satori. or whatever the zen buddhists are calling it these days.

from december 14th, 2008.

[sitting on doug's bed. they are playing risk, again. i have been drinking heavily and admiring the fishtank. i wonder how i get these things sometimes. from a fucking glass of cigarette butts...]





no matter how apparent the steadiness of the glass
temperamental bedfolds may lead to disaster
at the slightest shift in position.
the difference lies in whether it falls half empty
or half full.
if half full, it falls and you lose everything.
if half empty,
you had nothing to lose in the first place.
which is worse?

we should not bother ourselves with such silly questions of our character.

so expect nothing and appreciate everything.
always seek more.
the glass is neither half empty nor half full,
it just is.

and i find myself satisfied with such...

just being.