Sunday, April 19, 2015

A Tiny Spider

It all boils down to 
plain and simply
considering the possibility
of living life 
without resistance
without stories
without filters
without me

Open to the aliveness at each moment
whatever that may be

No big deal really

curtains moving in the wind
a creaking windmill
a throbbing toe where the nail has come loose
a tiny spider on the mosquitoes screen

sounds, sights, sensations

Everything simply perceived 
as it is.

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