See the Beauty and Cruelty without hope or fear.
The Middle Way - detachment and wisdom.
Our perceptions are empty.
Suffering is an illusion.
Passion and process.
It existed somewhere between an object and a concept.
“What do you recall during the one-hour full body massage with blind Flower at Seeing Hands?”
”Her hands were all. Her hands were water, air, earth and fire. Soft gentle sensations. Learning, sensing, feeling her physical sense. Engaging her senses. Touch was her essence. She knew all the pressure points.”
“Soft, medium or hard," Flower asked.
During her therapeutic touch and go he discovered ideas and structure and form and literary vulgarity. He slowed down inside the labyrinth.
A writer is a dwarf, invisible and must survive.
Flower whispered, “I don’t like sleeping alone. It’s boring.”
It’s easy to remember loving Flower’s soft, deep real tactile sensations. She knew how to please a stranger’s skin. She lived in the middle way. Her middle way was breathing, and awareness. Her middle way was acceptance and loving kindness. Wisdom, patience and gratitude. Non-attachment.
“Eat the world with your blind eyes,” she said.
“Yes my Flower, yes.”
“Dead or blind, there’s no difference," Flower said. “People who cause you difficulties, you should think of them as very valuable teachers because they provide you with the opportunity to develop patience.”
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