now only am i starting to view umbrellas differently it took me this long as when younger i looked at them with some disdain thinking thinking what a diversion from being exposed to sky's inclementies in nine years of living dans une chaumière en haute normandie où les pluies sont reine not once owned i one refreshing to let go the dilluded view that to keep humans dry is your higher purpose sound box of ashen clouds dome of timeless music hiver comme été you float so lightly

it measures all things itself cannot be measured to silence no entry or exit gate enter or leave it you cannot in the midst of noise it doesn't leaves you it is what carries you carries everything along wherever unnoticed unheard in the midst of silence we are forgetful of it lest we listen to raindrops pattering on the roof to a crow’s cawing as it flies over treetops on hillside slopes forgetful of it though it indwells the deepest we can never leave it as we cannot leave s

zazen as a godless and objectively meditation practice.