Roar of morning traffic on Stone Way working western world rouses tasks of building maintaining feeding sounds movements unknown to the Ancients my world not the same as theirs.
Tonight's half moon graces the southern sky hovering above Seattle skyline undisturbed by our doings here. I am alone on this rooftop garden alone with my thoughts and cell(s).
There is nothing more than this sitting here half moon floating there together in this summer tableau painted by a master long silent whose brushes have been put away for good.
Each artist is the same creating works from palatte and genius inspired by such muses as may call step back admire step away. Muses are many patiently waiting.
What muse must the Creator have heard saying, make a tiny bit of nothing a star perhaps a cosmos a world pencil in creatures large and small city glistening beneath the star's evening light.
Living Zen Life 
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