the spices of life..

 

the spices

of life are

life itself..

seeming

oppositions 

simultaneously

rise and fade..

a new day

arising

is not new

as the night

is not past...

Enjoy..!!

 

Welcoming

Arises

No rights or wrongs

That's it..

A story of freedom..

Enjoy..!

Belief, and not, are already This...

 

I may seem as a

Center..

Conventional

Separate..yet

I appear

Whether believed

Separate or not..

And the kicker:

It matters not...

For Bernadette..

 

Bernadette

For you..!!

There is no

Separate individual

But appearances of

Emptiness..

Fleeting and 

Disappearing 

Appearances of

Beautiful

Individuals who

Never were..

Not then and not now..

 

A familiar

Roadway suggesting

Stories associated

With a past

And a boyhood

Character in what

Seems happening

Not then and 

Not now...

Whole not quite in reach..

 

Two paths

A seeming reality

Unquestioned

Settled

And seemingly it...

Yet unease arising

Feeling like a 

Hole with the whole

Not quite in reach..

A nagging doubt

Beautifully

Not separate from 

This...

No separate namer..

 

Naming..

Appearances of

Names applied

By no separate

Namer..

Happens and not...