from now until my battery dies. Isn't this so much like life? Death? Until my last breath I'll be living like I can live forever. All these years threading water, looking aside from the compass. Ship threading water, moving towards nowhere in circles or in a crash course. Does it matter? Every course is a crash course, maybe just smiling and living the insanity of it as the insanity that it is is where the liberation lies?

A spider on the windshield wiper, in Los Angeles. On Venice, driving, the light turns red and while waiting, looking at this yellow spider running on the windshield wiper. Is it poisonous? Will it survive the ride? Green light.

Attention turns and moves. Attention in the head, cranium, mind, brain, thinking, spinning the wheels of thoughts, endlessly, transformed into food for them. Energy, attention, life as artistry, clean slate, each moment unknown, each question, innocent, each look, fascinated, each touch, a conosseur's delight.

Attention in the heart. Attention in the body. Attention in the blood pumping inside the arteries. pump. Pump. Pump. The most hones sound the loneliest sound of life lifing, pumping, moment by moment, sparks of attention, breaths of air, flights in the storm, falling stars, lives, kisses, flames, connections, interactions, the ecstasy of union and restarting for new life, more of us coming to this earth, more of us crowding for their 5 minutes, fifteen weeks, two years, eighty average statistical years of life, love, pain, joy, disease and death.

Threading water?

Spirit is the compass.

Body is the ship.

Mind is the navigator.

You are the captain.

The course doesn't matter. Sailing the course does.