sitting in the sun
after a morning of rain
at a cafe in an old, small village in Europe
while small, brown haired children
and old men
with big bellies
and tweed hats
speak in a language you don't understand.
Sometimes this life is
watching the sunset
from a woven net
in a bamboo tower
overlooking a lake
who keeps a
a steady beat
with her wind blown waves,
learning about light on the clouds
from a painter.
Sometimes, this life is
the voice of your favorite gentlewise friend
on the phone saying,
"Reality trends towards what is optimal,"
and the book in your hands
(that you love more and more everyday)
reminding you,
"Being simply aware,
centered in self,
the world unfolds before your senses."
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