Reflecting the bustling traffic and

A backdrop of sky and tree allowing

It all..as nothing appearing as lights and

Honking..and stops avoiding and not avoiding

Catastrophic interruptions of movements

With sky and tree unaffected..and all

Reflected indifferently in the window pane...

Could it be this simple..?

Allowing life as it is

Not to worry about the "I" as unawakened

Allow that unawakened I to do as it pleases

Perhaps walking down a path seeking to

Find what seems to be missing..

All of these appearances..appearing in

What is marvelously happening...

Separation is the deceiver

Who seems innocent because

After all..things seem different

And bounded and special..

A suggestion otherwise seems

To mug common sense..but that

Nagging lack seems to

Hang on..and we overturn many of

Those separate things..for relief..

The deceiver is elated and celebrates

Each new lease on life..

Lo..the search continues in many

Villages..large and small..for that

Which has never been lost...

No-thing appears as polarities..

Appearances are invitations

To play..allowing the polarities to

Dance..and carry on in  freedom

In any way they wish..this gift of

Nothing..is the breaking of the

Links by which polarities have

Never been chained...

The wind paddles

Rotating in a gentle wind

Seem as time wheel until

We recognize: There is

Spontaneity on display in the

Paddle and wind and sunshine..

Spontaneity introduces

No-thing as that which

Appears in this small

Episode out of time...

Conversations display variations seeming as

Splitting wholeness..prismatic they are..joyful

Prismatically..without attachment.. as

Wholeness appears as glorious variety..

However..there is the attachment thing..the golden calf

Hiding the whole..hatching rancor and stomach knots..

World history thus resuming in each conversation..

All of this seems so..until we kinda back away:

Prismatic joy and golden calf..a storied split..

Are still wholeness appearing as this and that..