I am the day star
floating in the blues
two inches
in front of your
solar plexus.
When it gets
soft enough, your
exhalation fathoms
my vast sky.
No effort, no image,
nothing to believe,
just dissolve
the concept of distances.
The sun that rises
in the East and sets
in the West is only
the mist of breathing
on mirror-like awareness.
The radiance
is less than one
trillionth of the width
of a hair beneath
this thought.
If you want to
heal the earth
or gently massage
the ointment of peace
into the wound of God,
then bask
in who you Are.

Photo from Surfer Today Magazine!

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