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The grammar of awareness
Where are you?
Here
Where are you going?
Nowhere; I am always Here
Who are you?
Me
Who is me?
A Being
No, not what you're doing- a person, place or thing?
I’m a Being. I Am that Is. I’m a verb.
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observations from nature
A moment is movement in layers
Keeping things whole, Breaking apart
all at once in a moment
Everything and nothingness
together in a moment
As you observe the moment
it changes then passes
never being there
yet all that is there
Life as movement of memories and
re-flections, plans and pro-flections
the moment is captured in retrospect
When you’re in it
it’s gone.
When you observe it
it’s gone.
The only moment is
in being,
And there is nothing in that moment.
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separating the dew from the bee
Separating the dew from the bee, Has god arranged the colors?
Agreeing with the dirt and paint in endless sky, Do I only know frost from soil in thought?
The relentless worm bunching and stretching, Changing his day to night in minute form
Birds have song trilling and ceasing in time back and forth, Capturing movement in the senses
The lazy bee does not but threads his day in the eye of a needle
While the dew floats wings, arriving at distant journeys in fulfilled manifest
Petals unfurl strength against the wind
And branches, while still, toil to hold and protect the dove, Supporting empty nests of those left for food
I am having trouble knowing the bee, struggling with value in the confound between rest and work, Closing the meeting of divine purpose with truth of breath.
For what is truly revealed in the bee when openly ignoring the dew?
Ah, but alas, after much to ponder the answer becomes clear- there is no separation when the bee is in the dew.
