Soft morning light on greens
a coppersmith calls out
a black and white cat walks the terrace
rumblings in the stomach
some muscles aching from the acro yoga session yesterday
thoughts about clients from the pottery are passing through
happening
just like that
appearing out of nowhere
and returning to source
happening in this empty benevolent spaciousness that we are
everything is received already
welcomed as it is
and nobody is doing it
an open sacredness which perceives
everything as itself
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