Mushin

I find myself, quite accidentally, in a no-mind state of being this morning. OK, it's not something so fine and wondrous as Mushin. No, I'm feeling more fuzzy headed than anything else.

Right now, my brain is a vast desert of desolate nothingness.

There are, quite possibly, an infinite number of miles between coherent thoughts. That is, if any of those suckers are currently present on this plain of mental nullity.

Oblivion and I are completely in tune. Maybe.

Lucidity left me a note saying ‘Goin’ out for a smoke or six. Don’t wait up.’

Emptiness which is conceptually liable to be mistaken for sheer nothingness is in fact the reservoir of infinite possibilities.
~D.T. Suzuki

Ah, but my nothingness has a LOT more to do with that final quaffed cuppa Jamo last night than anything nobly Zen .

In lieu of more words, I give you a few pics from Montreal.

Our hotel was across the street from the gate to Chinatown. I feel quite certain that we need a portal like this here at home.

And we were a block away from strip joints, sex shops and instant check cashing emporiums. Sadly, we forgot to stop in for a visit.

Hotel lobby still life.  Love this!

Phone booths! 'member them?