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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