asking only to be stared into, offering no reward

Is there a still pool in my mind, asking only to be stared into, offering no reward, no conclusions, offering only the coolness of its flat calm water? I think there is.

It’s something from a dream, or it was, for a long time. Lately I have been blessed with a knack for rhythm – the ability to breathe like a tide, a deep steady cycle of in and out, giving my body what it needs. I am firmly against boredom, and never thought I could meditate, but I am learning that vision and thought take time, and best to practice on simple things. I have lit a blue candle tonight, and I will watch it burn down. I will not learn anything, and I will not be filled with anything grand, but something low and vital will have changed.

NO MA'AM	stars shine quietly	simple things	I was so cool, that first afternoon
Warning: This Is Not A Step	I want to write love letters to all of my friends	AltaVista in Text Mode	If the Windows source code was leaked, what do you think would happen?
Songs of Experience	True Stories	learn	rhythm
Dream	a jet and turquoise.	I'm going to take five of those six exclamation points and drive them into the soft flesh under your fingernails	The Corners Hold No Magic
M131 Modular Pack Mine System	Do you want to live forever?	There was a land where lived no violets	George Best
The Way of the Creating One