The Writings Of Tao Writer – Detachment

One of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city and my mind transcends to other worlds while my feet remain firmly in contact with the cobblestoned path. This path for a little while becomes a Yellow Brick Road into my own thoughts and life.

Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -)


Dying takes a lifetime. It can be short or long in terms of time itself, but Death is instant. One moment you exist. The next moment you do not, at least as a living entity you do not. There is nothing like a heart attack to bring this insight into clear and perfect focus. 

I have for the greater part of my adult life been a loner. I generally keep and prefer my own company to that of others. Even at this age I still find myself more interesting than most people I meet, so I consider time with myself as time well spent. 

I recently discarded the last obligations I had taken responsibility for and now, except for the care and watering of my house plants, my only responsibility is the care and nurturing of my own body and soul. I do not feel this is indifference to the world or acedia as I still care about the planet and its wellbeing. There is just a greater separation between me and the events of the world now. My life takes priority over everything else out there. I am still aware of the world but I no longer wish to read of its struggles, its wars, it politics. Its always changing changelessness. I am detached from these events which once took up so much of my time, consciousness, and attention.

I do not wish to waste another moment engaged in endless conversations mostly about nothing with those who see power in being right and winning. Sometimes I go days without speaking to or engaging with another human being. Often the only words I hear all day are my own. Except for these walks along the Tomebamba a few times a day or a required walk into town, I have no reason to leave this cave of blissful solitude. What a joy. What a gift to be detached from the world while still a conscious living part of it.

Artists, writers, all creative people need this detachment from the everyday whenever possible in order to observe, to guide humanity’s future, and to create. 

I give all of me to myself. The time I have left is all my own.


Random thoughts and experiences while I walk and live to The Roll of the Tomebamba.

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