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Natural Bridges
We walked in silence through tumbleweeds of sea fog.
Mystics speak of experiencing the world in a higher state of consciousness, a radically different sense of space and time. They meditate and go beyond, or rise above, or turn around. Awareness of time is transcended. I’m guessing those sages must have known fog like this. If there was anything that could help me forget the killer lurking in the trees, it was this fog.
D T Suzuki in his work On Indian Mahayana Buddhism wrote “The past and the future are both rolled up in this present moment of illumination, and this present moment is not something standing still with all its contents, for it ceaselessly moves on”. It seemed to me his ideas were fog inspired. The fog rolled up, we three within it, all moving. Only our assassin, silent at the forest edge, remained still.
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