An enlightened man — one of only a few in this
particular solar system —
walked across the street.
He didn’t particularly care much for the pavement;
it was hardened, callous (like many, uncaring people),
and it covered a place where there used to be
lush, living things of great (soft) beauty.
There was awareness of the distant, oncoming traffic, but
unnecessary thoughts were (intelligently) not there;
there was no center, no authority to
merely see with (and “as”) separation.
As the street was being crossed, a wren came flying by.
Awareness was that little wren… not something separate from it,
(not something seeing it as being separate).
After the crossing of the street, a few steps were climbed.
As the steps were climbed, a curious squirrel was seen in a tree.
Curiously, that beautiful squirrel climbed the steps,
though it never left the tree.