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With simplicity and plainness,
leaves begin to fall,
retuning to nothingness.
And yet, a thousand paths to the end
vast, great and pure.
The current of ordinary life,
everything, in its true nature, and stillness.

What shall
I say about this world?
What I say,
is that seasons
come and go.
A whirlwind of
birth and death,
but there are matters
I must not neglect.
That become
one with me.

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Nothing is separate,
nothing has changed
but I am awake.
Outside the smell of fresh rain,
how boundless is the sky?
From the mind,
one hundred opening lines.
And loneliness lies,
with the listener.
Who forgets the words,
silently and serenely.

Some pictures I have taken and a poem I wrote this afternoon. My journey to mindfulness continues.

It seems a wild land with no limitations.
Decorations at the edge, and a few
waiting for a moral to kick in.
Somehow, here and now, I am another.
Familiar with fate’s illusions,
and striving to cease grasping.

Opening my eyes, to what is wild
I see life flowing around me, in all directions.
Without holding onto anything whatsoever,
I stopped to figure it all out.
And watched the trees move gently,
free of clinging and apprehensions.

Mindfulness, for me at least is about noticing what is around you. Some pictures I took yesterday. A poem I wrote this morning .

Faded autumn sunlight,
an ant digs silently
into the corn.
Such dedication,
the prayer beads sound.

Some pictures from a visit this afternoon.

Sounds hold the air,
in this dream leaving.
Emerging from a moment,
my eyes open – now part
of what is wild and free.
One instant is eternity,
the great way has no gate.

Outside the door,
I started to figure it out.
Fragrant flowers, white clouds,
to hold me here.
Reflected in a dragonfly’s eye,
there is no stillness
And to keep on moving,
nothing is permanent.

I searched for too long,
facing the sun
and morning climbs.
Then I stood still,
and looked at all things
in this world.

My spirit animated,
there was deep abundance.
And life and death
seemed only words.
Blown by the wind
and slowly scattered away.