Just like the waking up, I found myself crying in the waking down. Walking among trees, totally in awe. Listening to birds chirping and watching the moon shine. So much gratitude for the forms. The things, communicating to each other, being so utterly unique, singing their own individual songs. I cried and cried, and then laughed and laughed at the utter arrogance that all these wondrous forms could ever be excluded. I even said, “I’m sorry” to the trees, the ground, the sky, the animals that I saw. I was apologizing for not seeing them, for missing them in form. Silly huh? But it felt authentic.
The reflection of the Emptiness is still in my Being. The experience of beauty without the beautiful. One experiences a transcendent eternal beauty. There is no I or You - yet, I wish to die, for there is nothing beyond - beyond what? - beyond that which is my experience, beyond that which I am. Time has stopped - and space - spaces have merged into Being.
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