Original poetry and prose by Walter
The rise and fall of identity
We are filled…
It could only be laughter!
Walking in the forest…
Let’s talk about nothing….
May your eyes remain prescription free
with no lenses added to change what you see
When I first saw the butterfly
I was captivated by it’s beauty,
desire rising to possess it,
a thing to be owned
Viewing the world, I use eyes to see,
all that appears, separate from me…
We gather and sit,
physically distant yet
closer than a bearhug
Abundance comes first… as with any aspect of Truth, the experience of what is pointed at here can only be arrived at through direct investigation.
On one level, life is effervescent and active. On another level, it is absolutely still. The inner stillness nourishes the outer activity.
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