Wicker chair chronicles pt 2

christian morris

19 Mar 2026 — 1 min read

I find myself sitting here once again in my wicker River Chair yet rocking I am so the sandal slips and I fall to the ground onto my bum I laugh I cry I stand and find I'm angry again at myself for my brine slipping ways and causality waves torrential they crash on my every step for every step I rippled them into being
Woe is me for I was crazy listening to shadows not dealing with problems fighting life trying to control every aspect this drive me mad and I hurt all those around me all I can do now is say I'm sorry and love my life by new found light wu wei in between state the bhudda or so they say just a place not a status that we all can and may find one day living true is about due so every step I do in presence breath good bad ugly it's all the same it's beauty of causality of love and duality triadic principalities that allow us to exist to feel to experience both ends of the spectrum so we may appreciate and see/feel/tough the other it's all just love and beauty God or not I think we can all agree that life is beautiful this way.

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