I want to sink into the texture of my life. So often I experience my days as if I am a God hovering over the waters of chaos, trying to wrangle order and beauty from all the mess I am responsible for. In the process I become alienated from the presence of materiality. From the texture of clothing and food and the bodies of dogs and humans, the paper beneath my hand, the leaves falling outside my door waiting to sneak inside with a burst of November wind as soon as the door is open.
Beautiful. We are on a similar journey it seems... On the Zen path now and have had similar thoughts running through my mind. Thanks for sharing.