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Nov 2024
At dawn, it all started, tree to tree lickidy split.
Awakening to a squirrel’s perception, is today’s current bit.

Knowing which nuts to find by, the taste that’s in the air.
Up and down, running all around, without even a care.

Feeling direction into everything, connected to all I see.
Being attached to all of this, is what makes this squirrel free.

Time runs fast through this perception, stretching out my time.
Feeling no fear, doesn’t matter what happens, or how high that I climb.

Running on a program, that’s coded right to my strand.
Knowing just what I should do, takes place inside a gland.

The world seen through these eyes, playing squirrel for a day.
Gaining perceptions needed, to find the middle way.
Stephen Knox
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Stephen Knox  54/M/Norway
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