What is trapped in the streetlight is a solitary figure yet he sits with all beings in the ten directions there are no sudden moves or gesticulations other than the occasional twirling of a flower. In the hermitage we sit by day and by night we are aware of our breaths but we do not count them. Today i went to the beach in case there were fishermen i did not have a lady beside me but i had my bicycle to lean on. Tonight i sit quietly there is a full moon and a sky full of stars i long for my bed to sleep and to give my dreams free reign. i light my lantern as they do in Antibes and climb the stairs... * bernard hemensley @ Goldy Hermitage 2 a.m. 31st. july 2015 *********************