leaving the great vehicle is the hardest part a familiar place of dharmas and ritual a clinging to the formulations no longer with reward whats left is neither right or wrong black white or shades of the inbetween had i fallen between the grains of sand on the shore on which i arrived i noticed not and cared even less i kept falling always arriving on time in time with time counting the blessings along the way one two three maybe a billion losing count a beautiful thought lost in its own right to describe the indescribable now thats a mission a statement in itself worth every word or not pausing before disembarkation looking back over the shoulder seeing the other shore on the other side a distance away i see my reflection or is it me looking at me bouncing between the faces i feel i never left
disembarkation
Posted - May 29 2020 : 2:42:44 PM
