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I do not know what to write about tonight. It is still and silent.
Huge spaces revolve . A night of pure silence.

I killed a black snake last night. She was twisted around the
pole of the bluebird house. I used small lopers.The snake
looked at me . I was uncomfortable with total attention
of its defensive posture.

I saw the rear end of animal tonight. It seemed to be a bunny rabbit. Silent foot steps of a red fox flowed effortlessly across the grass.

Firefries are flashes of light.
Each flash resonates a tone of its momentary presence.
The source of firefly light is beyond the perception forgets what is noticed.
We see what but are ignorant to the source of why.
To live the question generates an awarenessof the breath of being.

The observer and the participant are not two.
The subject and object are united in essence.
Becoming and Being are one.
The reality of war is peace.
Duality is unity.
Resistance is the door to acceptance

The sound of stillness…an unheard listening that cannot be experienced…without opening the ear of our soul.
A presence of space …breathing sublimity.

Above the beach, terns paddle wind.Counting 4 7 8, walking across the sand carrying my tent an uncomfortable load is replaced by ceaseless focus upon the moment.
No distraction , no judgements, no thinking , . A wooden path across the dunes,
“All” misses the absence of “other.”
Harmonic unity abides within stillness.

misses the absence “other.”
Ceaseless repetition enters transformation .
Each step is a breath of life.

Waves of ocean breathe back and forth.
The rise and fall of sounds.
A resonance of respiration ,

The silent musical rhythm .
I am the water and the water is me,
Ceaseless meditation of peaceful harmony.