Ephemeral Texts

A temporary opening into Fragments

A text in passing


This text will remain for a short while
before it returns to the Inner Garden.

The way I work

might sound strange
in a world built on explanations.

Sitting
sipping
a coffee sprinkled
with cinnamon.

At my desk,
laptop in my lap.
Thoughts
far, wide
and here.

One keeps returning.

The observation
that a friend
can’t let go of an idea
that has become too small
to represent him.

I hold space
for his process
in silent presence.

And I take this movement,
turning it back
onto myself,
asking:

Where might I be attached
to what doesn’t suit me?

How might I
not allow the space
I need to unfold?

What do I cling to
although
I should
let flow?

I smile.
Watching several dots
lighting up at once.

They seem disconnected
but weave an
internal net
of communication
where my life takes shape.

If I let go one of them —
will the others follow?

If I let go —
might my friend
come along?

A life lived
impacts more
than a life guided.


21st July 2026

This text will disappear in a while.
Later, it will return to Fragments.

»Nothing THAT IS true is ever lost. It only changes where it lives.«
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