How life tastes in that moment
When it’s not lived by some identity !
How sweet is life
When a liver of life is not there !
Finally one comes to rest
because the sense of responsibility
for things being the way they are
is no more yours.
Manifestation are many but
who is offended by the manifest.
Find the sublime in the simple
Find the one in the many.
The “I’m ness” is the flowering
Why crush the flower.
The many is only a part
of the dance of stillness.