Look for imperfections, you see them everywhere. Let a little astonishment in, it's all one diamond light. It's a trick, my friend. Don't be fooled. Be a wet sparkling dogwood blossom. Be last night's moon in blue April morning. Be formless forest moss mist risen into periwinkle crepiscule. Almost distilled into aubergine, condense into a raindrop, fall again. Patter through a canopy of alders. Get lost between cedar root birth wounds. Be where you came from. Here. Of water the earthwise wheel ever turning, and the stillness through whom it rolls. Say nothing of wonder. Don't be fooled. You are always free.
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