When the block of stones collapses to the ground,
The cloud of dust it generated is so dense, so unexpected, that it comes to obscure the sky and the sun, a distant glow, no longer appears in the distance
Nuclear winter, everything is gray, stained with black.
Where is my practice?
Stuck to the heart however.
It works to dissipate.
It waits.
Notes & Silence 
I take it, then, that the block of stones stands as a metaphor for all the attachments and follies of life, that cannot endure.
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