It is here

It is here. This. Now. This immensity. This aloneness. Being. Never old. Never boring. Never limited. Never far. Never touchable. Never seen. Never heard. Never imaginable. Being. Never divided. Never together. Never afraid. Never conflicted. Never enthused. ©️A. Garden, July 2019

This

Sea shell on sand Flower on sea water Cloud on sky Dog on beach Thought is known therefore is past, is done, is old, is dead. Just as all that rises from thought is Sameness Repeated. Breathe and receive the fresh the new the unknown the unique the original the indescribable This. Let This move … Continue reading This →

Whitefire Water, a poem

Something changed.Only fresh aliveness is satisfying. Desires became sweet childish dreams. Life, here and now, like a whitefire mountain spring Spewing light, colors, sounds, objects, people On the blank canvas of my mind. Life alone succeds in clenching my thirst. Just loneliness, at times ... The price of freedom. There is always something new to … Continue reading Whitefire Water, a poem →