Not a forest leaf shimmers without the grace of The Ancestor.
The wild boar can grunt all they like,
Yet even that is divine music played on cracked instruments.
The whining orchestra of this world is in another part of the forest.
Here there is no resistance.
Just home.
While all around are yelping for home.
It could never be better than this and this and this, unless we think it.
When thought colours the picture, the painting is spoilt.
O man if only you knew how to be truly lazy.
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"It could never be better than this and this and this, unless we think it...O man if only you knew how to be truly lazy. Love abounds."
I love this whole post, especially the lines above. It's interesting that "lazy" is one of the greatest insults one can be called in today's world. The openness of non-striving reveals the fullness of being, and often being "lazy" is the most productive and compassionate way to spend one's time.
Thank you for the peace and breath of fresh air that stirs in consciousness here when this post is read.
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