The Art of Noticing

The Art of Noticing

VIIOx Forgotten, Self Remains I am home. The moon rises, as the sun sets. Ox and rope, all forgotten. There never was an Ox outside of myself. Perfect freedomPerfect joyJust sitting On a recent September day, my husband asked if I’d be interested in going to The Art...

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