NONDUALITY AND THE SACROSANCT BLUE SKY

Nonduality is just a word. But coffee is a thing!- a liquid thing that lights up the system and gets the brain to pop and dance a bit. One can really, in the end, keep or forget about a word like nonduality, and just have a coffee. We are just in the world, no? So:

 

The wonderful things of the world- we can just enjoy them- the coffee, the Christmas Card, the plaid shirt and the workpants,- the walks and the autumnal sweaters,- the whitecaps of the ocean climbing briefly up. And can we enjoy memory? Of course! So:

A person can think of the Atlantic Ocean, some light breeze that comes steady for a while anyhow,- in the mornings,- and still there is a sense of humidity. The whole scene can be sensed- the white stucco, the aluminum railings, the sounds of the tides or the quietude of the middle afternoon in the sun by where bits of shade play on the parapet for the palm leaves that sway.

And as cliché as it may be, so be it!-…one amoung a thousand other things:

The blue sky. So blue, so textured, deep, instantly and well wrought,- so full and bright yet almost dark in its fullness at the same time,- painted by God, Source, Existence, The Tao, and more and nothing at all-

Painted by itself.

That startling sub-tropical roof!

 The sacrosanct blue sky. 



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