the breeze the breeze the breeze is
wafting wafting wafting thru
the window what window all window
no window window wind oh!
i am creation experiencing myself through this crown.
thank you for letting me be my Self again.
the dream of open eyes awakening to the black hole of
awareness—
it is what it isn't.
sun-dappled dharma shadow,
the french curve of a bird in flight,
the questioning echo of a barking dog,
an ant of beginning—
unbelievable unthinkable
unknowing unknown,
it's not what you think.
nothing is ever one thing—
the real gong show,
wet dust,
light show,
in tu it.
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