The sunset stared at separate birds
as he pendulously walked into what he thought he wasn’t.
His disconnection with everything — like the day — was ironically complete:
A separate “me” scratching an arm that was “his” and
there to use from a “distance.”
She was the blossoms that she helped grow.
Their colors were colors that were of purplish her.
She was that towering Oak Tree
but to her, it wasn’t an Oak Tree;
it simply was what it was (beyond labels)
and was not separate from any “me” within her,
for she was beyond all “me”s.
She was the beautiful blossoming of wholeness.
Beautiful! The lens we use to look at things in life indicate our wholeness or lack of wholeness.
Thank you, Marie! 🙂
If the lens is distorted, what it sees will be distorted, just like with photography. And we must help make the lens clear and pristine. And we are not separate from what the lens is.
So true indeed.
Lovely images in thought and visual.
Such a vibrant purple – like royalty!
I’ll spare you the list, but your photo elicited memories of all the purple things I like — and there are a lot of them! For one thing, that tasty photo brought back the taste of my favorite childhood sodas — Grapette. Sunset and soda’s a pretty good combination.
Beautiful, Tom ❤
Beyond labels, a vast world of goodness.