the staccato on the roof top has me in a reverie. its almost a trance this feeling of contentment, punctuated by the regular swish of the wipers and more randomly by the glare of a passing vehicle. my mind and body are in perfect sync. neither is exerting itself, nor are they idle. i feel the rhythm. a slight but steady pressure on the accelerator pedal, hands firm but not tight on the wheel. oncoming headlight - slight tightening of the shoulders - ease the foot off the pedal - vehicle passes. resume stance and dance. my body is on autopilot and my mind is empty. empty but not blank. i am there. just there. zipping past on smooth silky roads, towards a destination no doubt, but in no hurry to get there. this is a good state to be in i realize and must be what zen must feel like, and maybe it does. no reason, rhyme or consequence, just the events.
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wouldn't zen realize itself? then it must not have been zen...
sorry to burst your bubble.
but driving on autopilot sounds like fun, nonetheless
ah,rain, blessed rain. another moment or several, when you were not looking fr it huh? :)
Priyanka
@mallu : pshaw my dear man, you are free to with, and with as many bubbles what you will.
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