Alarmed a squirrel shrieks.
A butterfly flutters around
the huge ceramic vessel on the terrace.
Strong wind
through the trees.
Rhythmic the rod from the windmill cling clangs as it
bangs against the pipes.
The curtain
moves a little.
Ferns sway
to and fro.
Thoughts
pop up
and fingers
tap.
There is
no,
there never
was
a person at
the center
of
perception.
The sense of
separation,
of being a
person is also
Perceived.
By whom?
By what?
A seamless totality
where everything appears and disappears.
Just the happening of this moment.
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