Thursday, May 23, 2013

Week in Seven Words #170

The keeper of keys has bats in his belfry.

He talks and talks, and the point of his talk is just outside our reach, like a firefly winking in and out of existence.

Her smile is brittle. She's only sure of herself among books.

From spirituality to bagels. I'm walking the surprisingly thin line between profundity and absurdity.

The tulips are in Technicolor, saturated in red and yellow.

Rumpled hair, a coffee cup loose between his fingers. The familiar crinkle in the corners of his eyes.

During the group meditation, my mind floats and expands, then abruptly contracts. The process restarts. The mind rises like a balloon until it reaches the end of its string. Then it descends and hits the floor.


Nan said...

Paper thin is pretty much me. :<)
Not sure I could do a group meditation. I have a hard enough time keeping my mind from wandering when I'm here alone!
These words ever impress and amaze me.

HKatz said...

But I can also see you quite comfortable in your garden or other outdoor places.

Actually, a wandering mind isn't necessarily bad in meditation, as long as you're aware of the fact that it's wandering and can maybe nudge it back from time to time... I think (it's an issue for me too).

Anyway, thanks for stopping by and for your kind words.

Naida said...

I like them all, especially glowworm and paper thin.