i mean really seeing a tree the seeing by itself the happening unfolding in silent eternity here and now when the mind is no longer in the front row when the mind is in the back row when the mind is understood for what it is only then there is seeing only then there is noticing of the shape of the tree the leaves the wind playing with the leaves softly
daily life and duties call "me" in time is set.... space shows its head a fall from eternity
after the seeing, i turn around and look at people feel like screaming: "people , you are missing out so much....all is right under your nose"