For i am onewith the filtered light on a misty morning, the cool brook running through my bare feet, the tears of regret in her eyes- One with the child’s hunger pain, one with the trembling of the land in conflict, one with the earth i walk upon, the sun touching my face, the crest of the moon- One with Kali purring on my lap, one with the shimmering stars in the ink of night, soaked in the exuberance of this magical life, in the wild dance of leaps and stillness combined. Aware of it all, as it moves through me, as i, quietly, witness- not apart, not entangled- just this one. Breath comes and goes, unclaimed, unowned. Silence opens between heartbeats, a doorway with no edge. not divided- not dissolved- just this witnessing, and in the witnessing, a seamless belonging. ~Ven. Bao Co
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