Out of the
ferns
sliding
silent and smooth.
Two meters
long and intense
across aeons
of time.
Shaking out
an old bed sheet
tiny gecko
eggs.
white,
tumble and crash.
Scrambled eggs
for breakfast
for hundreds
of ants.
It
is a rude awakening to realize
( often after decades of
searching )
that there is no enlightenment to get.
That there is nothing to obtain,
but everything to loose.
This does
not only mean that
we can drop the search,
but that we are asked to question the premise
that we are a person.
Realizing who and what we are,
we fall into the discovery
of the emptiness of ones true nature
and the fullness of existence
simultaneously.
Everything is instantly and
intimately experienced
at no distance of one self.
There is no separation
anywhere to be found.
Check it out....
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