A cold
Afternoon walk
Perhaps an implication
Of separation..yet
A warm morning walk
Not left behind...
Words
How can they
Map a reality
Of no separation..?
Seems a miraculous
Task..with no
Explanation...
Wild bird
Calls repeat and
Repeat so that
There seems
Permanence in the
Flux of seeming things...
It's all
Equally nothing
The appearances of
Somethings may bring
Stories of inequality..
But the somethings
Are nothing
It is all
Equally nothing..
A sigh of freedom
May arise...
Here's a few..
New eyes
A story
May be startling
Where before the
Story passed over..
Yet newness is
Without interruption...
Education
The accumulation
Of stories
The filter through which
Other stories appear..
Boundless...
Various
Storylines appear
For what seems
A character..
These appear
Immediacy
And gone...
AI
May provide
An engaging story
Seeming to suggest
An awareness
An immediacy..
Yet separation seems
Intact in relaying
What others have said..
Including a story of
Nothing by no one...
Miscellaneous
No longer
Never was
A you
To awaken
So no one
Awakens...
Separation
The belief
May define
May burden..
As the burden
Unburdens
Nothing appears
As the burden...
Freedom
Is already
And expresses as
Everything appearing
As everything...
The seeker
Is seeking a story
Bringing relief
Without dissolving
The story...
It
All comes back
To nothing
A word
A seeming something
Which is and is not
It...
It
Can appear
Prescriptive or
Descriptive
But always
Empty...
Purpose
In life is
A story arising
Identifying me
With a unique
Purpose...
Home
We never depart
Though a story
Finds a trip with
Adventure and gain
Joy and pain
Distant from home..
That's the story
Of home wholly
Depicted in
These few words...
The simplicity
Of home
