Here and There Here is where I belong, though 'no place' in particular and standing outside of time, transcending even the present moment, a joyful vastness , so immeasurable that mind's net of language ,words and concepts could ever corral or describe it. There is where I've been, the dark caverns of past and future, memories and plans, fantasies both lovely and awful. Entranced by the movie of discursive mind, a cage of apparent isolation, lonely and cold, wanting so much with an indefinable cramp of discomfort and disease. There, a bottomless vat of concept, mind and suffering Hypnotized by dancing form, yearning for other, grasping for fulfillment, harangued by a gnawing emptiness, an endless round of heaven and hell with no relief in sight. Though here and there have the same nature defined by 'no difference', the experience of one or the other in the hearts of people are world apart. Sit for a few minutes, take stock of your life, are you here or there? April 21, 2001 (4 of 4)