What is clear enough can reflect across time.
Those who find it need not ask where it comes from.
Those who live it become its source.
Without Much Pause
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Only recently,
a slow realization appeared:
there seems to be eating all the time.
Not long after breakfast,
something else is already in hand.
Sometimes a snack.
Sometimes a drink.
Not truly hungry.
Only a wish for a little taste.
Through the day,
there seems to be very little space in between.
Not quite meal after meal.
More like
it never really stops.
A little here.
A little more there.
Not much.
Yet it keeps going.
Only when the body begins to feel a little heavy
does the noticing begin.
Perhaps many things
accumulate in the same way.
No single moment stands out.
It just keeps happening...