It
was a fun day walking through the alleys of Tainan. I channeled the
energy of several life forms. An eagle, aloft alone in the clouds; a
snail, dragging snot over everything it comes across, with this damn
cold I have; a tiger, catnapping lazily in the sun. I've got to
entertain myself somehow while waiting for all other conditions to
align. Biding time, conserving energy...waiting, waiting, waiting.
Watching as things change, concerned both that they change too fast
and that they are not changing fast enough, like watching leaves
fall. Small fortunes change hands and mountains of tea travel over
the ocean, eventually to be appreciated one sip at a time.
At
a small temple that’s more than 300 years old, I stumble across a
man with 11 fingers and my luck is changed.
Like
a slug, pulling its line of slug juice over each surface it covers.
The transformation from slug to bird happens with a flash. With
instinct intact, the lone tea traveler looks for teachers, putting
his faith in those he trusts. And through their eyes, he learns of
himself. “Everything always works out for the best, though
ultimately all roads lead to the same end.” He reminds himself of
this and knows he is lucky. People help him, yet he manages to
maintain a level of solitude, enjoying his experience as a recluse.
And while he takes the world as it appears, he knows that there is
more than he can see. The paths that unfold let him know this is
true. His friends and teachers, alike, help him understand. Though
it is nothing he can prove, his heart glows in the light of a feeling
the energy of the universe. Love is a renewable resource that knows
no limits.
Like
a sleeping tiger, lazy in the sun, the hours pass by without a care.
Soon everything will come. More sleep, and then another lazy
afternoon. At some point, something will happen. It will happen very
fast, as if with the blink of an eye. Full again, satiated, as blood
lingers in the back of his throat. There is only this...blood, lust,
affection, and lazy days spent in the sun. Tomorrow, another meal
will come, as everything works out for the best.
Just WOW! Third piture looks like had thousands years!
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