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  • I just sat and looked at them there on the table in the dim light. Really looked.

    Left there to be put in a vase later. Left there because I'd been to so many places, and grabbed them in a hurry without really looking at anything but the price, deciding it cheap, thinking 'why not?'

    Locked in the boot of the car while I drove to fifteen different locations ticking things from a list, never enough things, never the end of the list. Damn, forgotten that cheque to bank!

    Dumped on the table while I ate and did more chores on the computer. More lists. Busy, busy. Then I got up stiff with sitting, and saw them, another undone thing waiting for my attention.

    But as I approached the table I just sat in front of them and looked for the longest time. The colours, the delicate curls. They were so beautiful.

    I had wilted myself with mindset. Had no thoughts of being Zen today. No appreciation for anything I was doing. Things I did just to get done. To get off my back. I had found no moments to value. No peace in my heart.

    Then Zen found me.
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