He became pure consciousness. One who experiences this
merely for a moment is disinterested even in the delights
of heaven. ~Yoga Vashista
Walk like a mountain.
Sit like a cloud.
Rest like a pilgrim
who just now arrives.
Breathe out, O so gently
the ancestors, the unborn,
all gods, all bodies,
O so gently
flowering, perishing
on the still mirror
of this moment
just before
you breathe in.
Yes, friend,
your work is amazement.
Photo: Mt. Rainier from a hill near my house.
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