In Local Nomad this week.
The erosion of desire flows towards the ocean of Nothing. From hereon
she can feel the grief–no, not really–of release from the encumbrances
of ego that fed a good life and carved out a niche sprinkled with perks
and privilege. It all seemed so important and impressive for someone
like her―-once a ‘fresh off the boat’ immigrant. But now having been
hulled out of all things of the mind, she longs only for the quietude
and the solidity of Unchanging Being. Nothingness, all of a sudden, is
an angle of repose one could trust and lie down with.