Centering

There is no need to run outside for better seeing, nor to peer from a window. rather abide at the center of your being, for the more you leave it, the less you learn. LAO-TZE .................. Bacon slowly frying on a skillet, its reality is real, the way I perceive it is not, Nevertheless, a center drools. A red bus full of pretty girls, going somewhere some I knew, their bodies are cold in the ground now. That 'somewhere' was real once, the way I see it now is not. A 'center' does not exist on its own, it's not yours, that thought is a mirage, Chopping logs in the backwoods, legs and arms ache, sweat and effort, no thoughts, just the work, that is real, that is the Center.