Very Dark Living in a Rain Cloud

Very dark living in a rain cloud. I watch all perceptions, not interested today. Bodily life continues with its comforts and discipline. The spotlight is obscured by the cloud of not wanting a choice, defending no perception . . . watching, no clues left for me. I chose this. I chose this. The performer sits in a melancholy mood. All I have been through . . . what have I been through? Always the images, like mantras repeated over and over, like breath repeated over and over or anew and anew. Do you really know what it is that you do? Everything is pretty damn silly . . . this . . . this not knowing. How can you teach in such a position?

Sparkles, raindrops snake across windshield. Let Him live me. It's a life . . . good as any other. What are these people doing? What are they doing in all this mystery?